Six

Tuukka Rask did not have anger management problems, no matter what people try to say. He just doesn't tolerate idiots, even if those idiots are his teammates. Sometimes those idiots also happened to play for the other team. Those are the worst.

“Was that really necessary?” One of his teammates asked, he stopped caring 20 minutes ago.

Yes, it was pretty necessary, at least according to Tuukka. All Tuukka was doing was defending his crease and himself. Mason- or whatever his name was had no right to barrel into him. The worst part was the Islanders got a goal out of it. Isn't that pretty much goalie interference?

Tuukka may have stepped out of line though, even if he was defending his crease. In Tuukka defense though, he really didn't mean to punch the guy as hard as he did. It just sort of happened without. Tuukka’s permission.

“Did you even hear what I said?”
“I heard, yes it was necessary,” Tuukka said.
“Why?”
“He ran right into me, and the refs weren't doing anything about it. So, I took measures into my own hands,” he ranted.
“You still didn't need to punch someone!”
“Just forget about it,” Tuukka grumbled, wanting the topic to drop.

It didn't drop until most of the guys left, Tuukka was one of the last left. He was venting to himself about how his teammates just didn't understand where he was coming from. Sure, maybe he didn't have to get violent, but no one was doing anything to protect him.

Besides, it's not the worst thing Tuukka has ever done.

Tuukka was the last person to leave TD Gardens, not that he really cared. He wasn't in the greatest terms with his teammates after the argument he had with his teammates. Tuukka knew he should just head home, but he didn't what to see his wife or daughter like this.

Tuukka bypassed his car sitting in its usual parking place headed out for a walk. He needed to do something to clear his head and getting away from TD Gardens seemed the most constructive. Also the least likely to get him in trouble.

Tuukka had no idea how far he had been walking before he lost his sense of direction. He ended up in a part of Boston he didn't know and started to get nervous. It wasn't the fact he didn't know where he was, but the fact he remembered he left his phone sitting in his locker room stall.

Tuukka ended up retracing his steps and got more lost by doing that. He was left at a fork in the road and couldn't remember which way he can from. Tuukka ended up heading towards a park, a park he has never seen.

Tuukka wouldn't expect to find anyone out at this hour, but he was almost certain two people were sitting on a bench. The closer he got to those people the more they looked familiar. Unless his eyes were playing tricks on him Carey Price and Jonathan Bernier were sitting on a bench. In Boston. At 11 o'clock at night.

“Rask?” Yup, that certainly Carey Price.
“Tuukka?” And that's Jonathan Bernier.
“What are you guys doing in Boston?” Tuukka finally asked.
“Oh, this isn't Boston,” Carey said.
“If it's not Boston then where is it?”
“Toronto.”

“This is all you fault by the way Price.”

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