Page 70 of Pucking Rebound
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Jordy
Me:
We need to talk.
Leon:
Are you breaking up with me?
Me:
Yes.
Leon:
Shame, I always thought we’d go the distance. It’s not being there for the kids, right? I’m a shitty father.
Leon Hill might be one of the funniest and weirdest men I have ever met, but he’s also the best sports agent in hockey.
He negotiated a life-changing eight-year extension for me with the Eagles, and I wouldn’t fire him even if my life depended on it.
A former Eagles’ winger like me, he was a brilliant two-way player, even winning the Selke Trophy as the league’s bestdefensive forward a couple of times. It’s what makes him a top sports agent; he just understands the game and all that comes with it.
The man’s a legend. Plus, I really like him, which balances out his peculiarities.
Me:
Not coming home for dinner every night is breaking my heart.
Leon:
I’ll try harder.
Dick.
Leon:
About to step into a meeting. Call you later.
Me:
Cool. I wanted to talk to you about a plan B. I don’t have one.
Leon:
Good call. Let’s make one.
Me:
I want to exhibit my paintings to sell.
Leon:
I know people who can make that happen. Do you have photographs of your work?
Me:
