Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“You knocked his ass out cold. Get in the box,” he says, and I get in the box, and they finally announce my goal and then my penalty. Luckily, the two minutes go by with nothing going on. Chris smashes Evan’s stick, and he hits it so hard, the stick breaks, and Evan tosses it to the ice and then blocks the puck once it’s passed in our zone. He kicks it over to me, and I take it on my blade and skate up the ice, the defenseman one on one with me. I look around to pass it and don’t see anyone. I’m almost to the goalie so I try my luck and shoot it over his shoulder, and to everyone’s surprise, it goes in. I kick up one of my legs and scream out in celebration. Some of the fans are on their feet celebrating, but none more than Evan, who jumps up once he gets to me. I skate to the bench and give everyone a high-five and then get on the bench. Evan sits next to me, and then they announce my name. I look up and then see that they are doing one of those video montages of all the times I was here.
The fans stand and clap, and I get up and raise my hand. I ignore the ache in my hand, and I ignore that my fist is getting bigger and bigger in my glove. I don’t say anything to anyone, and when we start the third period, Mika is still not back. Word in the dressing room is that he’s being looked at for a concussion. I don’t give a rat’s ass. I’m ending this game with another goal.
The third period is a joke. It’s just hit after hit, and it’s to see what they can get away with and what they can’t, and we don’t play that game. The hits keep coming, but we are ready for them, and when one of them tries to hit Evan in the middle of the ice when he doesn’t even have the puck, he’s had enough at this point. He throws his stick and his gloves down and grabs a hold of the other guy’s shirt, punching him. Evan grabs him in a headlock, and they both fall to the ice. The referee tries to break them up, but Evan flips the guy on his back and knocks him two more times before they get him off him. “Pussy ass bitches,” he says, smiling and wipes the little trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. “Who’s a pretty bitch now, cocksucker?” He skates backward toward the penalty box, smirking the whole way and chirping.
I get to the bench, and the coach comes over. “Matthew says stop fucking around and get that fucking hat trick.” I just nod at him and look up at the replay. It’s 2-0 for us with four minutes to go. “They are going to pull the goalie any minute, boys,” he says, walking behind the bench. “Get the fucking puck into the back of the net, and let’s get the fuck out of here with two points, yeah?”
I don’t listen to him as I pick up the water bottle. When I squirt some into my mouth, I can’t help but wince at the pain. I look around to make sure no one has seen me, and when it’s my turn to get on the ice, I jump over the bench at just the right time. The goalie is leaving the net, and I intercept the pass and shoot it down the ice, scoring my hat trick. Right before the goalie gets on the ice and they have six men on the ice.
Evan stands up in the penalty box and hits the glass when I skate by. The last ten seconds of the game, the LA coach decides to put on his fourth line to start trouble. He then puts on the fighter of the team who starts to comes for Evan and me.
“You guys think you can come into our building,” he starts chirping, and I have to look up because he’s huge.
“And fuck you in the ass, Donnie,” Evan finishes the sentence for him, and the referee comes over.
“Knock it the fuck off. You start something, and I’ll throw your ass out of here,” he tells us all.
“We’ve just fucked him in the ass,” Evan says. “You might want to be gentle on him.” I laugh, but Donnie doesn’t, and he tries to grab Evan, but he doesn’t get a chance to. We skate to the center ice and then they switch the center man for Donnie. And you know shit is about to go down. When the puck drops, the gloves drop everywhere. The horn sounds, and the referee throws up his hands.