EASTON
February 6
After practice that morning, which, may I add, was at five in the morning, I was exhausted. I sat on the bench near my locker room cubby with a huff. I pulled my helmet off and ran my hand through my sweaty hair before placing a baseball cap on my head. I proceeded to take off my skates, along with the rest of my hockey gear.
Once I was back in my street clothes, I sat down on the bench once more and pulled out my cell phone. I checked the time on my phone and saw that it was 8:30.
"Damn it," I cursed.
"What's your problem, rookie?" Ryan laughed. "You look a little roughed up, too. What happened to your nose?"
"It's not funny, Suter," I pouted.
"Seriously though, what's wrong with you? You haven't been yourself since before we went on the New York road trip."
"Ty
