Life Of A Star
October 1, 2012, 7:00 AM - JAMIE
Jamie Benn walked through the big glass VIP doors at the American Airlines Center. He walked in silence down the long tunnel to the Dallas Stars HQ. He pushed open the double doors at the end of the hallway, and walked into the Stars complex.
There were hallways and rooms everywhere, some of which, Jamie didn't even know the purpose of. There were dressing rooms, lounges, trainers rooms, coaches rooms, video replay rooms, equipment rooms, and much more.
Jamie walked into the dressing room marked DALLAS STARS - PREPARE FOR VICTORY. Almost the entire team was in the dressing room. Some of the players were passing balls and pucks, some were stretching, and some were getting dressed for the upcoming practice. Jamie walked into the middle of the room to take it all in. He looked around at his teammates, then turned, and walked toward his stall.
His stall was in the middle of the room, located between the stalls of Loui Eriksson, and Cody Eakin. He sat down, and started taping a stick that was left for him by the trainers. He looked down the shaft. It looked so professional. His name was engraved on the side, and the black tape that was left by the trainers added to the fresh look.
"Hey there!"
Jamie jumped, ruining his tape job. Standing in front of him, with a huge grin on his fcae, was his linemate, Ray Whitney.
"Hey, Whits! How you been?" Jamie gave his old friend a hug.
"Not bad, how about yourself?" Ray replied.
Jamie started retaping his stick as he talked to Ray. He finished the top, overlapping the tape quite close to create a good grip.
"Exited to be back with the organization?" Ray asked.
"Yeah, totally!" Jamie grinned.
He started taping the blade of the stick, going from heel to toe, and barely overlapping. Once he was finished, he got up, and went to place his stick on the stick rack by the door. He headed to the teams cooler, and grabbed an orange flavor Gatorade from it. He brought it back to his stall, and opened it up. He took a drink, and glanced at the clock on the wall. 7:14 AM.
There were hallways and rooms everywhere, some of which, Jamie didn't even know the purpose of. There were dressing rooms, lounges, trainers rooms, coaches rooms, video replay rooms, equipment rooms, and much more.
Jamie walked into the dressing room marked DALLAS STARS - PREPARE FOR VICTORY. Almost the entire team was in the dressing room. Some of the players were passing balls and pucks, some were stretching, and some were getting dressed for the upcoming practice. Jamie walked into the middle of the room to take it all in. He looked around at his teammates, then turned, and walked toward his stall.
His stall was in the middle of the room, located between the stalls of Loui Eriksson, and Cody Eakin. He sat down, and started taping a stick that was left for him by the trainers. He looked down the shaft. It looked so professional. His name was engraved on the side, and the black tape that was left by the trainers added to the fresh look.
"Hey there!"
Jamie jumped, ruining his tape job. Standing in front of him, with a huge grin on his fcae, was his linemate, Ray Whitney.
"Hey, Whits! How you been?" Jamie gave his old friend a hug.
"Not bad, how about yourself?" Ray replied.
Jamie started retaping his stick as he talked to Ray. He finished the top, overlapping the tape quite close to create a good grip.
"Exited to be back with the organization?" Ray asked.
"Yeah, totally!" Jamie grinned.
He started taping the blade of the stick, going from heel to toe, and barely overlapping. Once he was finished, he got up, and went to place his stick on the stick rack by the door. He headed to the teams cooler, and grabbed an orange flavor Gatorade from it. He brought it back to his stall, and opened it up. He took a drink, and glanced at the clock on the wall. 7:14 AM.
