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June 25
This was it. My last chance at having a hockey career. I was seated at a table at the NHL Draft with my family along with Cullen and his family. It was currently 6:53 and the draft started at 7:00. As each minute ticked by, my pulse increased beat by beat. I had never been so nervous in my life.
"Are you okay?" Cullen asked me, giving my hand a squeeze. "Your hand is freezing."
"My hands are always cold," I replied, "but yeah, I'm nervous. This is pretty much it for me. If I don't get drafted, my career is over. I'll never play competitive hockey again."
"Some team will take you. They'd all be morons not to," Cullen grinned. "You'll go in the first round, I'm calling it now. I'll tell you 'I told you so' when this thing is over with."
"Hopefully I'll be able to relax after
