“Jasper, that was a pretty easy pass you missed earlier tonight. Do you think that contributed to Minnesota scoring?”
One deep breath in, hold for four, and let it out. No need to snap and go off on this guy.
“Our goalie did a good job stopping them, so no, I don’t think it contributed to them scoring.”
If this guy was watching the game, he would know this. They didn’t score for another few minutes.
“Do you think it’s contributed to a decrease in ice time this season?”
“I leave those decisions up to the coaching staff. I’ll always do what’s best for the team.”
He clears his throat. “The rest of the team looked good. Do you think you’ll be able to carry the momentum going forward?”
I don’t miss his dig—the rest of the team.
“I hope so. You never know what’s going to happen, but we’re playing well together and have a lot of great new talent.”
“Thanks, Jasper.”
No “good game” after that. Seriously, one bad play and it’s like I’ve become persona non grata.
Heading to my locker, I throw my gloves and stick down in a huff.
“Don’t let them get to you,” Marcus says. “We’ve all been there.”
“Difference is I’m the only one that is constantly asked about it.”
Dropping down onto my seat, it feels like my entire body creaks. God, I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have aches and pains. Usually in the offseason they start to fade, but now they’re constant.
It fucking sucks.
“I wouldn’t listen to them,” Bode says.
“Easy for you to say. You had the game of your life. Four goals? That’s badass,” I say.
“Yeah, it was pretty badass,” he says, a grin spreading across his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever scored that many in a game.”
“You haven’t,” Dax comments.
“How do you know? Are you keeping track of my stats?” Bode asks.
“No,” he says. “I had to answer the question about you having the best game of your career.”
“Why’d they ask you that?” Bode looks confused by this.
“Beats me.” Dax shrugs. “But I answered nicely and gave you a glowing review.”
Bode ruffles his hair. “Aww, it’s like you do love me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He pushes him off. “I’m going to go get cleaned up so I can head out.”
“Anyone up for a drink?” I ask.
I know the answer before anyone can respond.
“Sorry, can’t tonight. I have to relieve the grandmas,” Bode says.
“Chloe is waiting for me,” Dax confirms.
