Andrew Lieberman
As soon as we boarded the bus, Coach Logan called me out. "Lieberman, need a minute," he said, and I sat beside him.
"Yes, coach?" I asked,
"Platt is deranged... what the f**k is going on?" he asked, and I took a deep breath.
"I don´t know, coach... Maybe he partied last night is under the influence of something still..." I raised my concerns, and he nodded.
"He can´t play like that..." Coach Logan said, and I nodded.
"He is not going to take it well," I mumbled, and he shrugged.
"It is this or losing the season..." he pointed out and then sighed. "He is a beast on the ice, and we do need him out today, but I am not willing to risk our reputation as a team for his s**t," he said, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. If there was something I could do, I would h
