“And the award for top female slope-style, as always she is sweeping and now for the eighth consecutive year, Lily Rivers,” the presenter announced.

I smiled over at Jen who was beaming and stood up at the same time as I did. She hugged me fiercely before I limped up to the stage to accept the award.

I gave an awkward half hug to the presenter and took this award. This wasn’t a surprise, the points had been in a day earlier. Luckily, this was more of a formality than anything, and no speech was needed. The last major competition of the season had ended today, and tonight’s award ceremony was just a formality to hand out the awards for the top scorers for all of the categories for snowboarding and skiing. There would be some press to answer after this second award for myself, but nothing to serious. Still, it felt nice to win and be presented with the trophies. Afterwards, there was a party at a club that all of the boarders and skiers were headed to.

I smiled a few more seconds so some more pictures could be taken before I walked off the stage and followed the man standing there who would take me to the press conference.

I had gotten back to Colorado two days ago, had stayed in Denver for a day before heading here to Breckinridge for. We went down some hallways and eventually to a much smaller room with a bunch of media members. I walked up to podium with both trophies in hand smiling politely.

As, I stood in front of a group of reporters, the questions were basic, mostly about my foot and the expected healing time. The man indicated it was time for the last question and picked a male reporter sitting near the front.

“So, with all the time you have been reportedly spending in Pittsburgh, and at hockey games, is it safe to assume you are dating someone on the Penguins hockey team?” the man asked.

I blinked several times, what the fuck? My brain luckily took over, “As you know, my good friend of many years plays for the team. With the scheduling this year, it just worked out in my favor to be able to head out there. Thanks.”

I walked off and back into the hall. I saw Torstein waiting out there.

“Hey, stranger,” I kissed him on the cheek, “Can you do me a favor and take a picture of me really quickly?” I asked him handing him my phone.

I held the awards awkwardly and smiled nervously at Torstein.

“Thank you so much!” I grinned at Torstein. I took back my phone and looked at the photo. I looked a little ridiculous, holding my awards in each arm in my dress with a bright pink cast, and my hair down in a mass of curls.

“I assume you are coming out tonight?” Torstein had switched into Norwegian. I glanced around and realized there were now some inquisitive members of the media around. Luckily they looked to be American, yes, definitely American, they were very loud.

“I guess,” I sighed. There was a traditional party tonight; I had been going since I was 14. It had been in the same club, same time, same everything since day one. Granted, the drinking had only started a couple years ago.

“You guess?” He playfully nudged me, “What is going on miss superstar?

“Just,” I looked down at my phone. Sidney and I had texted back and forth pretty regularly over the last two days. We weren’t obsessively texting or anything obnoxious but it was a nice amount of communication between the pair of us. But these last several hours, it had been rather quiet on his end. ‘Chill yourself, he knows you are busy with this,’ my brain tried to check myself.

We had started walking back to the front of the hotel. We stayed in different sponsored houses during the competition; he with DC and in the Burton house. This year was different because I couldn’t compete, it made more sense for me to stay here in the hotel.

“What you have a boyfriend?” Torstein teased. When I didn’t answer right away, he stopped walking and grabbed my arm, “Wait, are you seeing someone?”

“It’s....complicated,” I winced, not because of Torstein, but because I cursed Torstein for being able to read me.

He was grinning now, “Complicated how?”

“It’s complicated,” I reiterated and I started to walk again.

Torstein quickly caught up to me. We walked in silence for a while, but he kept looking over at me, studying me. Finally, he broke the silence, “You must really like him,”

“Shut up,” I glared at my friend as we finally reached the giant hotel lobby.

“Alright, alright,” he assured me before leaning over and kissing me on the cheek, “But you better come tonight, even just for a while.”

“Bye,” I called as I headed toward the elevators.

Once in the elevator I shifted both my awards over to my left arm and unlocked my phone. I clicked on the photo of me holding the new awards before sending it out as several picture messages to specific people. I sent it first to Geno and then Bethany. I paused a moment, and then addressed one to Crosby-Sidney with the message, ‘Pretty good night so far, what are you up to?’ It wasn’t the most cute message, but it worked and it was me.

The elevator dinged and it was my floor, so I smiled at the people around me and got off. My phone buzzed and I looked at the message, hoping it would finally be Sidney. It wasn’t, it was Geno.

I opened it and saw ‘Skype. Now.’ Grinning at the text from Geno, I knew he wanted congratulate. There were a slew of texts that I hadn’t gotten to, but I just wanted to see Geno.

I walked slowly as I texted him back, ‘Give me 5 minutes’. And then I walked the rest of the way down the hall, pulling the two hotel keycards out of my clutch, trying one and then the second before I could get into my room.

I flung off my ballet flat as I walked in. I carefully set the two awards, the keycards, my phone and clutch on the desk next to my laptop before opening that up. While the laptop turned on, I headed over to the mini-fridge to grab a water bottle.

Coming back over to the desk, I sat down on the office chair and opened up Skype, waiting for Geno to call me. I saw his little icon turn green and in a moment, I was receiving his video-call.

“Hey studmuffin,” I teased I had a shit-eat-me grin on my face. Why shouldn’t I? Despite being broken again, I was feeling pretty damn fantastic. I clinched my titles yet again, Geno, Jen, and the rest of my friends were all doing great, and Sidney was, well, whatever Sidney was. I should have realized something was wrong right away with Geno’s serious expression.

“You talk James?” That should have been the next clue, but my head was up in the clouds. The second clue should have been the lack of a comment about the dress or something. Geno never failed to appreciate not only female friends, but any female when they put efforts to look pretty. It was something beyond kind he did.

“Nope,” I said, still waiting for the praise and love.

“I send picture. Check phone.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Uh, kay.”

I waited for Geno’s picture to come through. I opened it, and stared at the photo for a second before I recognized it.

“You found my bra!” I exclaimed, “I thought I had lost that! It is one of my favorites!”

Geno’s face became very still, and it turned an odd shade of red-purplish. I glanced at Geno for a moment, and then glanced at the picture again and my heart stopped. The bra in the picture had been placed on a familiar bed comforter, but it wasn’t a comforter anywhere in Geno’s house. It was in Crosby’s house, more specifically on Crosby’s bed. Why? Because I had left that exact bra at Sidney’s. But how the fuck did Geno get a picture of it?

“Lily,” Geno’s voice was dangerously calm.

I looked back up at the laptop screen and at Geno.

“It’s not what you think!” I sputtered, there was a weird feeling in my stomach and an odder sensation in my eyes.

“It was from the time you and Paul and James came over early in the morning. I had stayed over the night before because I had accidentally fallen asleep the night before. I have not had sex with Crosby.” I was babbling, “I swear Geno.”

I stopped talking, Geno looked furious.

“What.”

“I’m sorry.” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.

“Why not tell me.” He looked hurt.

“I swear, I didn’t know what was going on. I thought he and I hated each other, and I didn’t want to hurt you, so I never wanted to mention it, and then he kissed me and everything was confusing,” I was rambling again.

“You kissed Sidney?”

“Just twice.”

“TWICE?” Geno’s composure was shattered.

I nodded, feeling ashamed that I had kept this from Geno.

“When.”

“In February, the night before I left town. I was so confused, it’s why I went on the bizarre extended trip to Europe, I didn’t know what to do Geno. And then right after I got back to the States, in New York. But I bit him because I thought he was dating Taylor, but Taylor is really is sister. We aren't dating or anything, just both interested in each other.” I babbled.

“I don’t like,” Geno stated his eyes hard.

I sighed, I had known this would come, though I knew it would come if I ever started seeing anyone again; teammate or not.

“Geno, you have tried to set me up with your Russian teammates before, so you can’t be hypocritical now and say you don’t like the idea of me liking a teammate of yours,” I tried to reasoning with one of my best friends, “I know it was wrong of me to not be more forward about the entire situation, but I swear, I didn’t understand what was going on between Crosby and I until a few days ago. Even now I don’t really.”

Geno shook his head, there was something he wasn’t saying. Geno was extraordinarily protective of me, yes, but there was something else going on. As I stared at Geno, I realized the area behind Geno was bland and generic, almost as if--

“You are in a hotel,” my voice faltered, as realization set in, “You are still on that road trip to Carolina and Tampa Bay.”

Geno nodded, resignedly.

“But, but, how did you get a picture of the bra?” I asked. I felt my blood start going cold. I wasn’t understanding what was going on. Something didn’t make sense.

Now it was Geno who was looking guilty.

“Geno.”

“Nealsy sent.”

“James Neal sent a picture of my bra,” the sentence felt heavy in my mouth.

Geno nodded. I felt a cold shiver run through my body, anger was bubbling in my stomach but my voice was dangerously calm, “Forward me screen shots of messages.”

“Lily,” Geno sensing it might have been the wrong decision to tell me about what was actually being said in the discussion, especially by Crosby.

“Evgeni Vladimirovich Malkin,” my tone was calm, but there was a no nonsense tone to it.

He looked away from the screen and messed around with his phone for a while, “Lils, you not like.”

My phone buzzed several times in a row and I opened up the picture messages from Geno. The pictures appeared to come from a group message from the Whatsapp application.

Lazy: SID’S GETTING SOME!!!!!! (Image of my bra)
Duper: Good to know this is what you are doing in your recovery.
Tanger: Who is she?
Bennett: Way to go Captain. That bra is hot, so she must be damn fine.
Sid: Fucking hell James. She’s just some puckbunny I’m seeing.
‘She’s just some puckbunny I’m seeing. She’s just some puckbunny. Just. Some. Puckbunny.’ My eyes re-read these words over and over again. I heard Geno saying words, but I couldn’t process what he was saying as I was processing the words Crosby had written.

A puckbunny. Me. Just some puckbunny. Crosby was calling me a puckbunny. I had been called many things in my life by people I had never met, a tough skin was needed in my line of work. But from Crosby? After everything? Not to mention the fact that I felt offended for all of the women in the world about how the term puckbunny was being thrown about. This term was an objectification of women, really just another way to dehumanize women, making them inferior. Crosby had called me a puckbunny.

“Lils? Lils?” Geno was repeating my name now. I looked up at the screen and forced a smile on my face.

“Actually, I have to go. There is a thing tonight that I can’t miss, for the boarders.” I said numbly, my voice still scarily calm.

“You sure?” Geno asked rather concerned now. Geno couldn’t pick up on the lie because it wasn’t all a lie.

“Yeah, the thing and I need to get ready. Call tomorrow, kay? Bye you,” I hung up before he could say another word. I glanced at my phone again.

Just. Some. Puckbunny.

I grabbed the two room keys sitting on the desk and yanked the door open that led into the hall not even bothering to put a shoe on my right foot. I padded down the hallway until I reached the end. I tried the first room key, but it didn’t work, so I tried the second one, which did.

“Jen!” I said loudly as I entered the room.

Jen was standing in front of a mirror with a tight little black dress on and a pair of silver heels, applying some make-up. She turned toward me and froze when she saw my expression.

“What happened?” she asked concerned, my vibes had apparently flooded the room.

“I am in need one of your dresses.”

Her eyes went wide, “You need one of my dresses?”

“Yeah, and I need to borrow your make-up and straightener.”

---

As we entered the club, I took off my coat revealing the most scandalous dress I had ever worn in my entire life. ‘You want puckbunny? I will show you the ‘puckbunny’ you can’t fucking have.’ I thought rebelliously.

Before we had left the hotel, I had Jen take a picture of me. I had even posed sexily, well, what I had been taught was sexy at different photo shoots through the years. When I looked at the picture Jen had taken, I hardly even recognized myself. My auburn hair looked a little more red than normal, probably because it was straight for once, and it was so long. My make up was dark and rather dramatic, and my lips were dark red, but it all rather fit. I felt very sexy and confident even with the ridiculous cast.

I had looked at the picture for a good long while, before hitting the share button, and then the message button. I started to scroll through my contacts, pausing at the name Crosby. Glaring at it, I passed it and didn’t stop again until I saw Steven Stamkos. True, I hadn’t talked to this attractive Canadian for a while, but we were on good terms. And this had nothing to do with the fact that the Penguins were playing his team soon. ‘You want this? I will give you this.’ I glared at my phone as I attached the phone with the message, ‘Wish you could join in on the fun!!’.

Quickly after walking inside of the club, I saw Torstein was standing near the entrance looking down at his phone. He glanced up from his phone as we walked in before looking back down at his phone and did a double take at me.

“Rivers?” Torstein yelled over the loud music when he saw me. My coy smile turned into a smirk at his surprised expression. If my outfit, hair, and make up could do this to Torstein, than I definitely hadn’t lost my touch over the last couple years and I would not be leaving this club alone tonight.

I grinned at the Norwegian, and spoke back in his native tongue, “I need a drink, now.”

Without another word, he handed me his. I took it and drank it within seconds. I handed off my drink to a barmaid who was walking past and it was if the universe knew I was ready for something else because my phone started buzzing. I checked it, it was from Steven, and I grinned.

‘Jesus, why aren’t you here in Tampa?’

Grinning at my phone, I quickly typed back, ‘Business before play ;)’

I leaned close into Torstein so I didn’t have to shout, “Jen and I are going to head to the back, coming?”

“No, I am waiting for some people so I can get them in,” Torstein said almost as if he regretted having to wait for whoever he was waiting for.

“That is such a shame,” I teased before turning back around, "Tonight's mission is to find a handsome man to go back to bed with."
His eyes widened in surprised. He wasn't sure if I was kidding or not but he switched to English for Jen's benefit, "Well, my bed is always open for you!"

Jen was watching me closely with a bit of a frown on her face.“Pit stop at the bar first,” I said to Jen. Tonight wasn’t for playing nice. Tonight was for not thinking.

“I am going to hang with Tors for a sec,” Jen said watching me carefully, “Catch up in a bit.”

I shrugged indifferently and started to strut towards the bar. My phone buzzed again on my way and I read the text from Steven, ‘If that is business, I can’t wait to see play.’

I felt my stomach drop. Why did I feel kinda gross? I mean, this was just us being playful right? We were flirting, I was single, there was nothing wrong with that. I lowered my phone and shook my head as I continued my way to the bar.

For one of the first times ever, I felt rather grateful to be so easily recognized because I was instantly served and the bartender gave me my two shots for free; still I left a large tip for her. I took both shots back to back without even a wince. I smiled at some wide eyed fans next to me and headed to the familiar VIP area.

“For fucks sake I have missed you guys,” I yelled at the bunch of familiar faces around as soon as I walked into the VIP area. This was the first time since I had arrived that the vast majority of people on the circuit had been in one area without worry of being surrounded by media. Instantly, I was enveloped in hugs. I circulated through the boarding family I hadn’t seen in a long while.

Eventually, I was on a couch with Silje Norendal and Stale Sandbech, two Norwegian snowboarders. We took a silly picture, both Silje and I were kissing Stale on each of his cheeks, and I twitted. Two twits in one day, the first had been of me holding the awards, and now this, Bethany will be proud.

Soon, both were rapidly speaking back and forth in Norwegian about how the competition and what I had missed in the circuit when my phone buzzed again. I glanced at it, planning on ignoring it, but felt my stomach drop when I saw it was Crosby. Glaring at my phone, I opened the text.

‘Nice picture you sent to Stamkos. You fucking Stamkos?’

I started laughing. Both Silje and Stale looked over at me concerned, I shook my head. How the fuck did he get the picture I had sent to Steven?

“Excuse me, I need to take care of something,” I murmured to them in their native tongue. I stood up and took a couple of steps away from the couch, leaning on a rail.
I looked down at my phone and typed, ‘It is a good picture, isn't it? And sure, because I’m such a PUCKBUNNY’

I got a response almost immediately; he was trying to call. I hit the ignore button. He tried to call again, and I hit the ignore button again, and I slide my phone into my coat not even wanting to deal with the situation.

“Where can a girl get a drink?” I yelled over the loud club music at the mass group of friends around us. I wasn’t exactly sure what had gotten over me, but I was acting strangely, and I didn’t give a single fuck.

I wasn’t sure who, handed me a shot, but I immediately took it and shot it back. And then I was handed another, and another.

“Tequila?” I moaned after I tipped back the last one, “That is not my type of drink.”

“Here,” a male voice said behind me. I turned towards the voice and found a rather attractive fair hair man.

I smirked at the handsome man holding a mixed drink, “I was always taught to not take drinks from strangers.”

“My name is Sven, and yours is Lily,” he said taking step towards me, “See, not strangers.”

“That is what you consider not strangers?” I raised my eyebrows, pouting my lips checking him out. His Swedish accent was very apparent. Damn Swedsters. He was quite handsome from what I could make out from the dim lighting; slim, very tall, a nice smile, long blond hair, tan skin. He was the guy in the club that all the girls would want to bring home for the night. ‘Hell, not just for the night,’ the voice in my head chirped. Meanwhile, I was the girl that guys tried to conquest, whether because they thought I was pretty or because of my resume. It was painfully obvious this was his agenda even in the very few words we had exchanged. But even before I had arrived, I had decided I didn’t want to be alone tonight. What was wrong with that? Sure it had been awhile...
“If you worry about the drink,” he took a large sip of the drink in front of me, showing me it was obviously not spiked.

“I also try to avoid Swedsters,” I teased, as I took the drink he had sipped from. What was wrong with me? Put a Swede in front of me and game over. And nothing was wrong with me, I was single, I was allowed to what was it? Mingle or whatever.

A slow smile crossed his face, “Ah, I had heard this. I hope to change your mind.”

I bit my lip, looking at his smile. He was very attractive, exceedingly so. But his lips weren’t right, they were too, thin. And his nose wasn’t right, too small. And his eyes were so blue, they weren’t, they weren’t... ‘Amber?’ a smug little voice supplied in my brain. I shushed the voice and un-bit my lip. I gulped my drink very quickly and watched him as I did so. I could see some surprise register in his face in my quick finish.

“Do you dance?” he asked smoothly his hand running up my arm. Yeah, he was smooth.

I shook my head, pointing at my foot “Not with this thing.”

“Ah, that is right,” he frowned slightly, “I am sorry. So, what have you done since your--”

“So where are you staying?” I asked bluntly, cutting him off.

His eyes widened, and he grinned, “Just at the main lodge.”

I nodded, “Wanna get out of here?”

“Of course.”

I took his hand and led him to the couch where I had left my coat, and then the way out of the loud club.

---

All previous years, even drunk, we had a tradition to walk back from the club to the Burton house or DC house or whatever place was closest where we would drunkly crash for the night. But this time, this new Swede and I took a cab back to the Lodge. He had said the location when we had stepped into the cab, so I assumed he must be staying here as well. We walked quickly into the hotel, even as drunk as I was, I had some common sense left, because I kept my head down and didn’t hold hands with the Swedster. Thank God I remembered to play it cool because despite it being really late, there were still people milling about.

We entered the elevator with several other people, though out of the corner of my eye, I saw him press a button on the elevator, a different floor than my own floor. I felt an odd sense of relief, though I wasn’t sure why. We got off before the other people in the elevator and silently walked down the hall until we reached a room. I wasn’t even paying attention to what room number we were in front of when we finally stopped. He opened the door and let me go in first.

His room was a bit of a mess; clothes sorta strewn everywhere, things piled around, maybe even a wet towel over in the corner, not organized at all. ‘Stop it, you are here for one thing,’ my brain started to override me. There were two queen beds, and with the amount of luggage, it looked as if he had a roommate.

I glanced over at him questioningly.

“I can tell him to find somewhere else to spend the night,” Sven said quietly. I didn’t reply, suddenly feeling very queasy.

‘It’s because of the alcohol,’ I reasoned with myself.

“Lily, can I get you anything to drink?” he asked politely, his back was towards me as he was taking off his jacket. I winced as he said my name, though I wasn’t sure why I did this odd knee jerk reaction.

“No, I am fine.” I said, my voice sounded weird. Was it because I was drunk? It had to be. I walked towards the window, unsure of what else to do. I stared out at the dark night. I felt him walked over and stand behind me.

“It’s beautiful here,” I said awkwardly.

“Sure,” he said.

I felt his hands slide over my shoulders and tug at my coat. I allowed him to pull it off, and for the first time that night, I felt very naked in the dress I was wearing. True, it was a very scandalous dress, but for the first time that night, I felt uncomfortable in it. Sven turned me around so I was facing him. He was much too tall. He was a good seven or eight inches taller than me.

Quickly, he gently pushed me against the wall and started kissing me.

It felt, off. It felt wrong.

His lips were definitely not right; they were too small, and felt really strange against mine. It was a gross kiss. And he was wearing way too much cologne. His smell was definitely was not right. I tried to push these thoughts out of my brain, and I moved my hands around his body. Not. Right. My brain was now yelling at me. His body was firm, but much, much too thin. I think my chest diameter was bigger than his widest part of his body. ‘Stop comparing, this is normal, just enjoy it.'

But I couldn’t, his hands felt wrong as he tried to caress my body before one of his hands went to entangle itself in my hair and that definitely didn’t feel right. His hand felt, not strong. And his body didn’t fit right with mine.

I focused on ignoring all of this. 'Just let him get to the sweet spot and you will forget everything and STOP thinking,” I thought. I lifted my neck up, indicating him to start kissing lower. He obliged me, and his lips started moving down my neck.

‘Thereeee, almostttt, there’ my body started reacting as he neared the spot on my neck. I felt myself start getting ready.

“Oh God Sidney,” I moaned loudly.

He froze and I froze at the same time. Had I? I had.

“I am going to use the toilet real quick,” he murmured detaching himself from me.

I nodded staring at the ground, unable to look at him or anywhere near him. I heard him walk towards the bathroom and then the distinct click of the door shutting. In a flash, I grabbed my coat that was in a puddle on the ground, checked to make sure that my ID and phone were still securely in the inside pocket. Stealthily as I could with my foot, I made my escape from the room without so much as a glance back.

---

I stood in the shower, letting the hot water run over my body. That was bad. I was a terrible, terrible person. The entire last several hours were a disaster I would like to wipe from my mind. Geno’s text, the skype call, how I handled the information of what Crosby had said to his entire team, my actions of wearing something I wouldn’t ever wear in my right mind, sending the text to Stamkos, the fight via texts with Crosby, his attempted call, going back to the hotel with Sven, and saying Sidney while with another man and then fleeing from the scene of the crime. The last several hours were absolutely not my best moments of being a human being.

I had gotten back to my room and had flung my coat on the bed before heading in to the bathroom, stripping and getting into the shower. I felt absolutely disgusting. I didn’t even want to look at my phone to see all the messages that were on my phone before I had entered the scalding water.

God only knew how long I had been in there when the door burst open. I stared at her through the glass paneling of the shower.

“Oh god, you did.” Jen accused, she looked absolutely devastated and wasted.

There I was in the shower, stark naked, staring her down. I didn’t even bother to cover up. If it could be said Geno and I had no boundaries, then Jen’s and my friendship was way beyond that.

“What are you on about?” I asked immediately extremely defensive.

“You fucked him, the blond Swede from the bar?”

I glared at her from behind the glass, not dignifying her with an answer. How she knew anything about that, I didn't know. I hadn't seen her before I left the bar with Sven and nor had I seen her in the VIP section for the good hour or two while I was there. I turned off the shower, and opened the door and reached for one of the towels. Wrapping myself up in the towel quickly, I finally stepped out of the shower. I grabbed another towel and toweled off my hair before wrapping my hair up in the towel and stalking out of the bathroom ignoring her.

“How could you?” she stumbled behind me. Obviously, she was still much more drunk than I was. I knew I was drunk, well, tipsy maybe. I was coming out of being drunk-drunk, I was feeling pissed and sad more than anything.

I went over and sat at the end of the bed and angrily ripped off the plastic coverings on cast.

“Lily, I don fuckin understand. What is it with you and Swedes? You just seem to spread your legs for them?” Jen slurred as she stood hands on hips in front of me.

‘Inhale, exhale,’ my brain was telling me repeatedly as I tried to remain calm.

“Why would you do something like this? You had such a good thing going with Sidney! He is such a good guy!” She was yelling at me by this point.

“It’s not you goddamn business,” I’d finally cracked, “So what if I fucked him? Who gives a shit? You sleep with everyone and sometimes literally their brother!”

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I instantly regretted them. Jen had a past, we all had one.

Jen gaped at me for a moment. She then spun on her heel and walked out of the hotel room without another word.

I sat there on the bed, alone.

Notes

Hi Friends. Well. Did you see that coming? Everyone is uh, a little peeved?

First, the word 'Puckbunny'. We are not done with this terrible word yet and it will be addressed in the next chapter. I hope you all don't get mad at me for it. If you couldn't tell by this chapter, I am not a fan of this word. I also have the same aversion to the word 'Bitch'. This song: Lupe Fiasco: Bitch Bad (<---there is strong language in this song) sums up those feelings quite well and can be sorta applied to the word 'Puckbunny'. I hope this does not turn you off the story. I would really, really like to hear from you about your feelings/opinion about this word (puckbunny).
Second, Silje and Stale are both real snowboarders from Norway.
Third, the Penguins really did have away games in Carolina and Tampa Bay in this time frame.

Thanks for reading, comments, rating, and subscribing. Cheers.