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that mean for ever having any kind of relationship with Kian?
Music started playing and an announcer said over the loud speaker: Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Wildcats . There was mild applause for the opposing team with a few boos and heckles thrown in for good measure as the Wildcat players skated on to the ice.
Then the announcer said: And now give it up for your home team, the Firestorm! The entire audience jumped to their feet in wild applause. There was hooting, hollering and whistling as the Firestorm players skated out.
My eyes were immediately drawn to the jersey that read K avanagh (# 23). When he skated by me, he made a point to give me a big grin, which made my heart flutter a bit.
When my sister returned, she handed me a small cup of beer and I noticed she had an extra-large cup for herself.
“Don’t look at my beer like that,” she said defensively. “I’m not driving.”
I frowned. “We both walked over here.”
“And last time I checked you can’t get a ticket for drunk walking. Not that I’d get loaded on one beer.”
“One enormous beer,” I corrected.
She moved her eyes to the ice. “So, which one is he?”
“Number 23, Kavanagh.”
She scanned the ice until her eyes fell on Kian. “He’s huge,” she said. “He’s even bigger than…”
When I glared at her, she didn’t finish her sentence but I knew she was going to say he was bigger than Austin. My one and only ex was massive at 6 feet and nearly 200 pounds but Kian was even taller and more solid. Kian dominated the ice like a rock star dominates the stage.
I could feel my heart start to race and my pulse started to work overtime as my thoughts kept drifting back to Austin. It had taken me three years to stop thinking about him and ever ything he did to me and now it was all flooding back.
The first few times Kian was on the ice, he looked relaxed, like he owned the ice; he seemed a lot more relaxed than I felt sitting there watching. Then about halfway through the first period he made a play that brought the fans out of their seats and the atmosphere in the arena turned electric. The crowd had come to see Kian perform and he didn’t disappoint them. Even though he failed to score, the speed and grace he displayed with the puck put the opposition on the defensive.
During the second period, the entire arena seemed brimmed with tension. Things on the ice were heating up. An old man seated next to me started listening to a play-by-play on a small radio as the action was live before us on the ice. The announcer said the Firestorm went on the power play and that Kian quarterbacked several good scoring opportunities. Apparently his ability to thread the needle and make tape-to-tape passes through defenders was unparalleled. Just when the fans thought a play had been defended Kian made a seeing-eye pass to an open player.
Late in the second period, I heard the announcer state that Kian showed a strong two-way play by winning a neutral zone draw then working the forecheck to strip one of the opposition defenders of the puck off the dump in. Kian picked the pocket of the defenseman coming from behind the net and caught the goaltender flat-footed for what looked to be an easy goal. I heard fans sitting behind me as they raved about the tenacity, skill and hard work it took to make the play, and then the soft goal scorer’s hands it took to beat the goaltender high on the short side.
Things were happening quickly and there was a lot going on I didn’t understand but between the other fans comments and the radio announcer’s commentary, I tried my best to keep up with the game.
During the third period Kian seemed to really be in a zone. The announcer said that he scored off a broken play at his own blue line, where he beat the opposition defense man to a loose puck and was ahead in the foot race to the goal. Kian teed up a slap shot at the top of the circle that completely overpowered the
Music started playing and an announcer said over the loud speaker: Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Wildcats . There was mild applause for the opposing team with a few boos and heckles thrown in for good measure as the Wildcat players skated on to the ice.
Then the announcer said: And now give it up for your home team, the Firestorm! The entire audience jumped to their feet in wild applause. There was hooting, hollering and whistling as the Firestorm players skated out.
My eyes were immediately drawn to the jersey that read K avanagh (# 23). When he skated by me, he made a point to give me a big grin, which made my heart flutter a bit.
When my sister returned, she handed me a small cup of beer and I noticed she had an extra-large cup for herself.
“Don’t look at my beer like that,” she said defensively. “I’m not driving.”
I frowned. “We both walked over here.”
“And last time I checked you can’t get a ticket for drunk walking. Not that I’d get loaded on one beer.”
“One enormous beer,” I corrected.
She moved her eyes to the ice. “So, which one is he?”
“Number 23, Kavanagh.”
She scanned the ice until her eyes fell on Kian. “He’s huge,” she said. “He’s even bigger than…”
When I glared at her, she didn’t finish her sentence but I knew she was going to say he was bigger than Austin. My one and only ex was massive at 6 feet and nearly 200 pounds but Kian was even taller and more solid. Kian dominated the ice like a rock star dominates the stage.
I could feel my heart start to race and my pulse started to work overtime as my thoughts kept drifting back to Austin. It had taken me three years to stop thinking about him and ever ything he did to me and now it was all flooding back.
The first few times Kian was on the ice, he looked relaxed, like he owned the ice; he seemed a lot more relaxed than I felt sitting there watching. Then about halfway through the first period he made a play that brought the fans out of their seats and the atmosphere in the arena turned electric. The crowd had come to see Kian perform and he didn’t disappoint them. Even though he failed to score, the speed and grace he displayed with the puck put the opposition on the defensive.
During the second period, the entire arena seemed brimmed with tension. Things on the ice were heating up. An old man seated next to me started listening to a play-by-play on a small radio as the action was live before us on the ice. The announcer said the Firestorm went on the power play and that Kian quarterbacked several good scoring opportunities. Apparently his ability to thread the needle and make tape-to-tape passes through defenders was unparalleled. Just when the fans thought a play had been defended Kian made a seeing-eye pass to an open player.
Late in the second period, I heard the announcer state that Kian showed a strong two-way play by winning a neutral zone draw then working the forecheck to strip one of the opposition defenders of the puck off the dump in. Kian picked the pocket of the defenseman coming from behind the net and caught the goaltender flat-footed for what looked to be an easy goal. I heard fans sitting behind me as they raved about the tenacity, skill and hard work it took to make the play, and then the soft goal scorer’s hands it took to beat the goaltender high on the short side.
Things were happening quickly and there was a lot going on I didn’t understand but between the other fans comments and the radio announcer’s commentary, I tried my best to keep up with the game.
During the third period Kian seemed to really be in a zone. The announcer said that he scored off a broken play at his own blue line, where he beat the opposition defense man to a loose puck and was ahead in the foot race to the goal. Kian teed up a slap shot at the top of the circle that completely overpowered the
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