HAYDEN
At this point, it’s like every practice got progressively worse because what the hell was this torture?
Everything ached so much that I couldn’t even tell if any of my muscles were spared.
Coach was determined to make the playoffs and possibly have a chance at winning the Stanley Cup this year.
I had to be honest, though, he wasn’t the only one who had that dream. Everyone on the team was just as hungry for that win. That was why none of us complained when he extended practice times. It was a sacrifice we were willing to make to secure that victory.
Coach’s whistle cut through the air, sharp enough to make my shoulders tense.
“Michaels! Keep your head in the game!”
“Yeah, sorry, Coach!” I called back, even though I wasn’t really sorry.
Because the truth was… my head wasn’t i
