EASTON
March 14
I was angry. No, actually I was furious. How could she do this to me? I thought she loved me. I guess I was wrong.
I was trying to clear my head before the game, but I just couldn't. For the past two weeks I hadn't stopped thinking of her, not once. I couldn't focus on anything, not even hockey, and my team and coaches had noticed.
I had been warned by the head coach that I would be benched soon if I couldn't "pull my head out of my ass." I was trying, but it seemed like nothing was worked. I was angry all the time. I was probably sad, too, but I couldn't feel anything under my fury.
"You need to learn how to control your emotions," Suter said, walking into the room I had found to sulk in within the Avalanche's arena.
"You don't think I know that?" I replied sharply.
