leave me off the rankings
Berger
Soucy you are ALREADY off the rankings, you opted out of the kitten thing and i learned my lesson, you are pre-opted out of everything forever
Soucy
good
Lundy
is the goalie hair a separate category
Berger
it is UNDER THE MASK. nobody knows what's under the mask. you two are a mystery division and a mystery cannot be ranked
Lundy
works for me
Thompson
i want to formally protest top three mullet
Berger
protest noted. protest denied. we made the PLAYOFFS, Thompson. nobody in this league thought we'd win a single game and we're up a game in the series. let me have the rankings
Thompson
...okay but i want a recount before round two
Berger
there will be a recount before round two. the hair only gets better from here
Chapter 4: Lundy
Atlanta in April does a thing where the evening comes in gold and low. The drive back from an off-day skate between games is fifteen minutes of it through traffic I don’t mind, because Soucy’s in the passenger seat not talking. That’s a quiet I’d pay for.
We split the drive most days. His place is four blocks past mine, and neither of us has ever said out loud that we go the long way so it’s one trip instead of two.
“Tikh’s got the early game on tonight,” I say at a light. “Baz is making something he won’t tell anyone the name of. You should come.”
“I’ve got film.”
“You’ve always got film. Film keeps.” The light turns green. “Bug figured out how to open the treat cabinet. There’s video. Baz has theories.”
“How does a cat open a cabinet?”
“Come find out.”
He watches the window for a block. “What’s Baz making?”
“He said, and these are his words, a project.”
“That’s not a food.”
