Brett
Coach had warned us the new goalie was big.
That was bullshit.
Big John was big. Our defensemen were big. I was six-three and had spent most of my life around athletes who made normal people look small.
The guy standing beside Coach looked like someone had taken a regular hockey player and accidentally hit two hundred percent on the copier.
“Jesus,” Ollie muttered beside me.
I kept my voice low. “Don’t.”
“What? Coach said he was big. He didn’t say we were recruiting a refrigerator.”
The new guy looked directly at him.
Ollie smiled. “Welcome to the team.”
Nothing.
“I’m Ollie.”
Still nothing.
Marco leaned around me. “You were specifically told to leave him alone.”
“I’m welcoming him.”
“You’re annoying him.”
The guy finally spoke.
“I know who you are.”
Ollie’s face lit
