Before we can keep talking about it, the announcer comes on, and I clap my hands as they announce the players. I don’t even boo when they announce the other team. I behave myself.
“Holy shit,” Grace mutters.
“What?” I turn to her, but she’s staring at some guy posted up near the bench.
“That’s Brantley Gibson. He owns the Boston Foxes.” Grace looks pale as she looks at him.
“Uh, do we need to do something? You look like you are going to faint.” Peyton helps Grace sit as her hand comes up to her mouth.
“Fuck, we knew they were sending a scout to see Clay play, but that’s not a scout. Heownsthe team. They must be serious about him, right?” Grace asks.
I look the guy up on my phone real quick. I confirm it is the guy she is referring to.
Then I see the articles.
Boston Foxes fire another key staff member amid cheating rumors.
Boston Foxes looking to ramp up their draft picks after a poor season.
Boston Foxes to have the first draft pick.
“Well fuck,” I mutter.
“What? What is it?” Grace looks at me as we stand for the national anthem.
We pause our conversation, singing proudly. As soon as it’s over, we sit, and I turn to her.
“Seems they have had staffing changes. They did so poorly last season that they are getting the first draft pick. There’s a good chance that’s why he’s here. He isn’t leaving it to chance. He wants to see for himself.”
We all stare down at the man who is intently watching the guys get ready on the ice.
“Boston would be perfect,” Peyton singsongs.
“I don’t want him in Boston just because of me. I want him on the team that is best for him. You said they were doing poorly?”
“They did last year, but it seems that man down there is willing to make changes so that doesn’t happen this year. Could be a good thing for him. He will likely get to play right away at Boston. If he went to say Seattle, where they won last year, he might be riding the bench for a while,” I tell her.
She nods. “Okay, so this is good.” Then she stands, clapping her hands. “Let’s go Wolves.”
I stand, slipping my phone in my pocket. “Yes, let’s go Wolves. Kick some ass!” I scream out.
As the game starts, I focus on the ice. Kellan is out first, skating down the ice like his life depends on it. I watch as the puck flies across the ice from stick to stick. It’s a fight, but after a minute or so, the line changes, bringing Clay out instead.
He is a beast on the ice. He attacks the puck, getting it down to the other end of the rink. He takes a shot, but it’s deflected at the last minute.
This goes on and on as both teams fight for the win, but neither are successful.
I start praying internally for them to score at least once. Get ahead any way possible.
As if the Lord is listening, Kellan and Clay end up on the ice together.
It’s like watching two people who move as one work together. They are so in tune with each other that when Clay flings the puck back to Kellan, he is right where he needs to be to catch it and shoot it right back at Clay.
Clay then takes the puck, sending it into the net, causing the horn to go off.
We cheer like crazy as I watch the two men in my life embrace over their shot. I smile even bigger when they announce Clay with the goal and Kellan with the assist.
It’s almost the end of the first period when one of the Ravens players takes a shot at Kellan, pushing him into the wall.
