Tarin When I got home I had to recap my entire night to my roommate and best friend Amy. We just sat around for the day. It was Saturday so neither of us were working. Around 6:30 Amy was flipping through channels. “Hey.” She said. She woke me up from my half daydreaming half dozing state.

“Huh?” I asked.

“The caps are playing a game tonight.” She said.

“Oh cool.” I answered. “Leave it on.” We watched the pregame for a while. Then they showed the boys warm up on the ice.

“Which one was he?” asked Amy. It took me a few seconds, but the camera zoomed on a guy with chin length brown hair sticking out from under his helmet, brown eyes, a little bit of a beard.

“That’s him.” I answered. “Number 85. Mathieu Perreault.”

​“Not bad.” She replied. “He’s very cute. He looks like a good player.” We watched the whole game. I really got into it at the end. It was a good game. Mathieu didn’t play much, but in the time that he did he played well. He scored once. He was a good player.