Six

The Detroit Red Wings are a stories franchise, one of the original six teams. They own the longest active playoff streak in the NHL. the longest active playoff streak. When teams aren’t playing well, everyone on the team feels it. Especially the most important players.

Petr Mrazek just so happens to be one of those players. Who happens to play on one of those teams.

“It’s a team game, we are playing well but it just isn’t showing on the scoreboard,” Petr told the reporters.

Petr didn’t want to talk to anyone after his interviews. It wasn’t that he was upset by his teammates or the interviewers, he just didn’t feel like talking. Of course his teammates thought he was upset by something.

The teammate in question was other goalie Jimmy Howard.

“Petr, you don’t need to take everything to heart,” he said, coming up behind Petr.
“I do not.”
“I’m just saying, hockey is more than just a goalie game.”
“I know.”

Jimmy Howard was really starting to grind on Petr’s nerve. He kept walking, but Jimmy would not stop trying to talk to him. This was the whole reason Petr wanted to get out of the locker room. He knew someone was going to try and talk to him, even if he didn’t want to.

Petr didn’t mean to blow up and start something with Jimmy, it’s just that Jimmy wouldn’t leave him alone. While Jimmy couldn’t understand what Petr was saying, he knew none of it was nice. As he was yelling at Jimmy in Czech.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jimmy muttered, walking passed the fuming Czech.
“Yeah.”

Petr just wanted to get home and go to bed, he didn’t have a ton of plans after that. He must not have been paying attention to where he was driving because he somehow found himself nearing a park. Then of course his car broke down right there.

Petr got out of his car to find no one was out, which didn’t make any sense. There would be people out, it wasn’t even 11 at night yet. Petr ended up walking around until he saw a small group of people.

A small group of people who looked very familiar.

“Petr!”
“Mrazek!”
“Yo, Wing”
“Czech, get your ass over here!”
“Rask!”

“What are you guys going in Detroit?”
“Oh, we’re not in Detroit,” Carey Price said.
“Then where are we?”
“Toronto,” Tuukka said, as if that explained everything.
“Well, shit.”
“Pretty much.

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