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February 5
"He freaking forgot," I muttered to myself as I looked at my phone one last time. I tossed my phone into my duffle bag and grabbed my hockey stick.
The rest of the Gophers and I were about to play Boston College. They were a good team, one of the best in all of college hockey, but so were we. We were all going to have to focus and play like a team if we wanted to head back to Minnesota with a W.
Seth was waiting out of the rest of the team's locker room for me. "You ready?" he asked.
"Always," I replied.
"Hey, is something wrong?" he asked quietly. "You look a little down."
"It's not important," I replied. "I'll get over it."
"All right, if you say so. Just know you can always talk to me."
"Thanks, Seth, but I'm good. The only thing on my mind right now is the game,"
