I’ve heard this lecture before, and it makes no fucking sense. I am a leader, both in the room and on the ice.
And most goals I score are literally through teamwork. I also have way more assists than goals. Wilson’s system is a complete team, five-man unit game, designed to take away chances from our opponents, and we don’t have enough strong two-way players to pull that off.
But what do I know?
I nod with as little attitude as humanly possible. Blank blank blank.
He blows his whistle in my face, dismissing me as he gathers the team up. “We only won on the road because of luck. Tomorrow, we’re going to win if we stick to the system.”
Practice is shit.
The system is shit.
The only redeeming part of the day is getting to do the school visit, brightening the day of local kids—and then sending those photos to Frankie.
Logan
As requested, photographic evidence that I’m really great with children
Frankie
This is so cute
Frankie
And funny that you think you need to prove to me that you’re good with kids
Logan
Just in case you want babies at some point in the future
Frankie
Wow, this conversation escalated quickly
Logan
No pressure
Frankie
Do YOU want babies at some point in the future?
Logan
If they’re born with a stethoscope tattoo and a reckless embrace of life’s best adventures, absolutely
Frankie
We haven’t mastered in utero tattooing yet
Logan
Ah, then in the far off future maybe
Logan
But I have faith in medical science
