The Memories
Eight
"Alright, men." Claude Julien called from the middle of the dressing room. "That's practice for today. Go home, rest up, eat a good dinner, and we'll see you down here at noon tomorrow for the journey to Toronto."
Patrice joined the team in applause before heading to the table in the center of the room.
"Lots of gum, stick wax and tape, beverages..." He muttered to himself as he added to the list of supplies to get for the upcoming road trip.
They would only be playing one game on the road, before returning to Boston to take on Carolina later the next week, but they still needed a lot of supplies.
"Hey Bergy, is the fam coming to Toronto?" Called Brad as he hung his equipment in his stall.
"Nah, I don't think so." Patrice replied. "Too much to try and get them all the way there and back and get them a room in the hotel and tickets to the game and all that. I think they're gonna stay at home instead and catch the game on TV."
Brad nodded and headed for the showers as Patrice finished hanging his equipment in his stall.
"Hey Danny, you getting the movies or am I?" Patrice called to Daniel Paille.
"I got some." Dan called back.
Patrice and Dan always sat together on the plane or the bus and watched movies, or TV shows. Dan was usually in charge of getting the next shows and movies for them to watch, but Patrice was always willing to help out.
"Alright." Patrice called back. "What's up next on our playlist?"
"I got tons of selection." Dan bragged. "We got Modern Family, The Walking Dead, that new doomsday movie, the list goes on and on..."
Patrice smiled and nodded.
"See you tomorrow, boys." He said, picking up his bag and heading for the door. "Have a good night."
