Rasmus, those will last for years! But thank you.
Rasmus
When it comes to our baby, it’s better to have too much than too little
Haisley
I saw the replay of your goal from last night’s game. That was pretty damn impressive, Westerholm.
Rasmus
I’m glad to hear that parts of me impress you
Haisley
Stop it
Rasmus
Just saying
Haisley
How has it been playing for the Peacocks?
Rasmus
You being the owner’s kid makes this line of questioning suspicious
Haisley
…
Rasmus
But yeah, it’s been good. Thanks for asking. Tomorrow’s game against the Woodpeckers should be good.
Haisley
I might see you there if I get off work in time. I’ve a million meetings with different boutiques tomorrow.
Rasmus
*fingers crossed emoji*
14
I’M NOT PLANNING TO MESS IT UP
RASMUS
Istep through the gym doors two hours before puck drop, my headphones slung around my neck, the upbeat rhythm of ABBA’s “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” still echoing in my ears. The familiar scent of disinfectant and sweat hits me, the combination you can’t get rid of as an athlete. I nod at one of our trainers and make a beeline for the stationary bike, zoning out the chatter around me.
My pre-game routine isn’t flashy, but it works. Half an hour on the bike, ABBA on repeat. Something light to eat. Double-check my gear, making sure the tape job on my stick is tight and listen to the pregame meeting. Then it’s show time.
I toss a towel onto the handlebars and swing a leg over the bike, settling into the seat. I move slowly, pushing through the stiffness left over from the morning skate, then pick up speed. It’s muscle memory. Doesn’t matter if I’m home or away, playoffs or regular season. This part never changes.
Scanning the room, I spot my linemates. Åkerman is stretching his legs on the mat, all calm and composed. Rocket’s doingresistance band work in front of the mirrored wall. Papa Shane is methodically rolling out his back with a lacrosse ball, grimacing through the exercise. Lee and Silas are chatting in the corner, laughing at something.
