His gaze traveled out onto the ice where our top line, Ensley-Krupp-Casper, set up against line two, Cooper-Mattheis-Bordeleau. My line, ordinarily, but Mattheis skated at my center spot for now. I looked back toward Coach and saw his eyes on me again. He didn’t seem angry or upset, like he usually did when chastising a player. No, he looked…uncomfortable, and not in way that made me think happy thoughts about the coming conversation either.
“Just got off the phone with Allan,” he named our organization’s General Manager and my world shifted horribly. I knew what today was.
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