Ford
Practice was tough today after college even Callum said his legs were burning like they were on fire. Coach had us doing drills, and speed practice. I am sweating like a pig on a summer’s day. When coach blew the whistle for end of session, we were all relieved.
I know the finals mean a lot to him and hell; I have a lot riding on it since I’m being scouted by some amazing top NHL teams. But Colorado hasn’t come forward. Yet. I’m still pinning all my hopes on that. Even though my father who usually stands behind me on anything hockey related has expressed this morning that he wants to talk to me about business. What the f**k does that even mean? Business?
Dexter slings a big, burly arm around my shoulder. “So, when is the next date night for us all with Tatum.” s**t, I don’t actua
