The Season
The Tour
I woke up to the sound of birds in the tree outside my window. I turned to face my nightstand. The clock read 8:12 AM. I stretched, and got out of bed.
I headed into the kitchen in my bathrobe, and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I sat down at the table and looked at my truck in the driveway through my giant kitchen window.
Today was my second day as an official Boston Bruin. I was slightly nervous about meeting my new teammates. What if I didn't fit in? What if I wasn't good enough for the team? Coming from the CHL, these were the kind of thoughts that flooded their way into my brain.
I sighed, and went back to my juice. It would be a long year, and this was just the start. I was now at the pro level of hockey. I could play with and against, the next biggest stars, and maybe, I could BE one of the next upcoming stars. I didn't have high expectations, but I decided playing in the NHL would be awesome, no matter how skilled I was.
I finished the juice, and put my empty glass in the sink. Then I went to my bedroom to get changed.
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I walked into TD Garden at noon. I headed strait for the end of the tunnel, leading under the stands. I arrived, and knocked once. The door opened, and Brad Marchand stepped out. I was in awe. I tried to snap out of it, but it was no good. He looked quizically at me, and I managed to tell him that I was there for the tour.
"Oh! Of course." He said, like he knew all along. "This way please!"
I headed into the kitchen in my bathrobe, and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I sat down at the table and looked at my truck in the driveway through my giant kitchen window.
Today was my second day as an official Boston Bruin. I was slightly nervous about meeting my new teammates. What if I didn't fit in? What if I wasn't good enough for the team? Coming from the CHL, these were the kind of thoughts that flooded their way into my brain.
I sighed, and went back to my juice. It would be a long year, and this was just the start. I was now at the pro level of hockey. I could play with and against, the next biggest stars, and maybe, I could BE one of the next upcoming stars. I didn't have high expectations, but I decided playing in the NHL would be awesome, no matter how skilled I was.
I finished the juice, and put my empty glass in the sink. Then I went to my bedroom to get changed.
**********
I walked into TD Garden at noon. I headed strait for the end of the tunnel, leading under the stands. I arrived, and knocked once. The door opened, and Brad Marchand stepped out. I was in awe. I tried to snap out of it, but it was no good. He looked quizically at me, and I managed to tell him that I was there for the tour.
"Oh! Of course." He said, like he knew all along. "This way please!"
