One-Shots (2014-2015 Season)

Adam Burish knows he is technically a Shark and not a Blackhawk anymore. But he is still best friends with Patrick Sharp. He has noticed that Patrick isn’t doing so well this season in goal production. He is sympathetic toward his old roommate and wants to help him out. He knows that Patrick is much better than he is showing and he is concerned about his friends and wants to know if there is anything wrong.

So, he calls up Patrick on Skype. The Blackhawks are off for a few days and he figures that he can get away with calling his best bud. He opens up his computer and signs into his Skype. He spots the green dot beside Patrick’s name and hits the “call with video” button. The dial tone sounds, while he situates himself.

After a few minutes, Patrick’s face appears on the screen. “What’s up Bur?”

“Nothing much, just thought I’d give ya a call. You haven’t been playing well this season and I was concerned for ya, buddy.”

“Yeah, well, the media and everything is taking a toll on me. And the bounces haven’t gone my way.” He combs his hair with his fingers and sighs.

“I know what you mean.”

“How’s San Jose?” Patrick asks, changing the subject.

“Well, as you know, I get injured a lot now...must be because of your lack of goals.”

“Oh, ha-ha, very funny Bur. You haven’t changed a bit.” Patrick leans forward and purposefully frowns into the web camera of his computer.

“Yeah, well, I’m actually not playing with San Jose right now. I’m actually with the Chicago Wolves.”

“Conditioning or...?”

“I’m not really sure. To be honest I think my body has just aged so much that I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be playing.”

“Don’t say that Bur. I won’t let you.”

“Ha-ha, good luck with that.”

Patrick rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair. His eyes gradually come to land on the camera lens again. “Look, I’m fine, it’s just not my year and the whole accusations that I slept with someone else’s wife...it’s not cool.” He shakes his head.

“Who accused you? Do you know?”

“I don’t know. If it was meant to be a joke or a prank, it’s not funny. And it better not be Shawzy or Seabs.”

“I’m sure it’s none of them. I’m sure it’s the media.”

“Yeah. I love the boys and I’d never hurt any of them. I have a wife and kids of my own and I’d be damned if I ever cheated on Abby.”

“I get what you mean, bro. I’m sorry you’re having to go through all that. But hey, all joking aside, I’m here for you.”

“I know, Bur. I appreciate your friendship and you having my back.”

“Well, hey, I’ll let you go, but you can always talk to me if you have any doubts or need someone to talk to. Oh, and Sharpie, remember to shoot and then pass.”

“I’ll remember that Bur. Good bye and thanks.”

“Ha-ha, you’re welcome. Bye.” Adam hits the “end call” button and then lowers his computer’s lid shut. He smiles. “He’ll be fine.” He gets up and walks over to where his autographed guitar hangs on the wall.

Notes

This is based off the ugly and inconceivable rumors about Sharpie having slept with teammates' wives. It was threatening to add fuel to his goal drought and for his trade. :(
Poor Sharpie...