Mav
You can’t cut your hair. It’s your good luck charm. First San Jose, then the hat trick. Don’t change anything.
Gav
Change your underwear. And your socks.
Owen
I’ve got to at least get a trim.
Mav
No more than half an inch.
Gav
Is that some rule you just made up?
Mav
Trust the process.
Owen
There’s aprocess?
Gav
Let Gina do it. She’s a good groomer.
Owen
I’m not a dog.
Mav
That’s not what I’ve heard…
Owen
What have you heard?
Mav
Not enough, actually. Get on that.
Owen
I’m getting on the ice.
Ishove my phone into my bag not wanting to think about things like good luck charms and haircuts and Gina’s fingers in my hair.
I’ve been tense and angry for two days straight. The last thing I want in my head, messing with my game is what happened.
That game should’ve been the best night of my life. Gina was in my jersey, I had both my girls blowing kisses. They gave me the lift I needed to make the magic happen.
Sure, I’ve scored hat tricks before in the minor leagues, but it’s a whole different level to do it in the NHL. The defensemen are a lot tougher, and the goalies don’t let anything past them. It’s a combination of timing, luck, and lightning speed.
