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I thought it would be really rude to just tell Robin’s story as if it were my own, not saying if you do you’re rude or what have you—I just thought it’d be better if Robin told his own story in his own words. So I emailed him and asked precisely that, his own words. He sent me back this:
 
  “I don’t even know where to start, really. Cool I was born. Awesome. Great start.
 
  Okay, I’ll be more serious. I was born on June 18th, 2005, in—and this is the part that surprises people—in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Surprise, surprise. Hablo español con el acento puertorriqueño más fuerte conocido por el hombre. My mom was visiting family in New York and my dad was vacationing in NYC from Montréal when they met.
 
  My full name is Robin Mateo Sierra Martineau. I used Mateo Sierra when I was in Puerto Rico or visiting relatives in New York, and I used Robin Martineau when I was in Canada. Not because I was forced to, but when I was younger I didn’t like how in Spanish my name is Robín (ro-bean), rather than Robin (rah-ben) in English. I stopped caring when I was like…thirteen, but it’s not that important. If you’re cool enough you can call me Mateo, it’s still my name, but if you’re some random person on the street don’t call me Mateo. But if you’re a teammate you can call me Mateo. It's like calling someone named ‘John’ Johnny. It’s a personal thing.
 
  I spent half of the year in San Juan and the rest in Montréal, and then later Toronto. I would be in Canada during prime hockey season, and then I’d come back to Puerto Rico to root for the Habs or the Leafs in the playoffs from Hato Rey. My dad would ramble for hours and hours about hockey. Honestly I’d set him off so he’d order us pizza. (But don’t tell him that.) He would tell me the stories of Wayne Gretzky, Lemieux, how much he hated the Avs for taking the Nordiques, how ‘this was the year the Leafs were going to take the cup!’…and then they didn’t. 
 
  I started on my elementary school’s hockey team, and then in Puerto Rico I’d play a mix of both inline hockey and ice hockey, since Puerto Rico had the only ice rink in the Caribbean. Me and my mom would drive two hours from San Juan to this little city called Aguadilla at the complete ass crack of dawn so I could spend the entire Saturday there. I’d play hockey by myself, without a goal, so I’d just make up an arbitrary spot where I wanted the puck to go. I got told off once since the puck would leave black marks on the wall where I shot. I’d show up when they’d open and left when they closed. They started calling me ‘La Hoja’ when I’d show up, since the jacket I’d wear had a Canadian flag stitched on the side of it. 
 
  Then Hurricane Maria hit. I don’t know why I’m being so dramatic about it, I wasn’t even there. I always left for Canada in July so it’d be easier to transition back into life in Canada. It hurts to think about how many things I saw for the last time and never knew about it. My mom stayed, and on the nineteenth of September she texted me. I’m not translating it because it makes me cry if I look at it too long. 
 
  “Aunque me pase algo Mateo, siempre te querré. Siempre te amaré aunque ya no esté aquí. No te preocupes por mí.”
  I said:
 
  "¿qué pasa si te pasa algo?"
 
  She said:
 
  “En caso de que pase algo, patina para mí y te animaré desde las nubes :DD Pase lo que pase, todo estará bien. ” 
 
  She lived, by the way. I felt like we were getting sad. She was scooping water out of the apartment with buckets. Apparently she used one of my old helmets when the buckets overflowed. When that failed she hid in the bathroom with things she cared about in a trash bag and our cat. 
 
  A week later she sent me a text that said:

  “We’re okay!!! The apartment is a little soggy but I saved the things that mattered. Link (our cat) is mad at me for putting him in the [pet carrier] though xP”
 
  Anyway, she’s okay. She moved to Toronto with us for a few years after everything. Let’s move this back to hockey. I COMPLETELY forgot that’s what this was about. 
 
  Obviously, after Maria I couldn’t go back to Puerto Rico, so I stayed in Puerto Rico and played essentially little league ice and inline hockey, the latter on a much more hobby basis during the summers, but that’s not important. I started playing Junior Hockey for a team out of Mississauga when I was…fourteen-ish? And I stayed with them for a few years, bounced to a different Junior Hockey team based in Toronto when I was sixteen so my parents could save money on gas. It’s all very vanilla. 
 
  As time went on, though, I started to feel like I was giving everything to this game but this game was giving me nothing in return. Which, honestly, could’ve been me thinking I’m better than I was. But still, I wasn’t exactly happy with where my life was. So I had this plan where if I made it to University and nothing changed, my College Hockey career would be my last shot. 
 
  Then, a break! Well, more like two. Firstly, I got an agent [Me! :D] who was able to put me into contact with the VHL. Then, a second break! I was contacted by a VHLM team who wanted an interview. My agent wrote back to them, and they never responded. I won’t name them to keep things copacetic. And because my agent begged me too. [Yes. Yes I did.]
 
  It was. Fine, it hurt a little, but it was more frustrating. Disappointing. I’m not sure of the word to use. It made me stop and really stop and think about hockey and my life in general. It just felt like I wasn’t going anywhere with my life. Like I was stuck in the same sweat-soaked jersey with Fairweathered teammates and disgusting locker rooms with bacterial, fungal, and parasitic strains and pathogens that would truly violate the Geneva Conventions.  
 
  So I chose a date, and said that if nothing changed then I’d say ‘F[Agent Censor]k It All’ and I’d move on with my life and drop hockey like it never mattered to me. I think it was more out of anger, but I still think that it was the manifestation of an underlying issue. I think it was me just being tired. 
 
  And then I was drafted by Halifax. 
 
  So. Joke’s on me I guess. 
 
  I think my mom was more excited than me, she screamed so loud Link freaked out and broke a plate and (somehow????) knocked a clock off of a wall. She cried, I [definitely] cried, fun for the whole family. Besides Link. 
 
  One thing I want to bring up is the fact I dropped the ‘Martineau’ part from my jersey. Well, not only for space because French just LOVES to have silent letters for no reason, but remember how my mom put things she cared about in a trash bag during Hurricane Maria? 
 
  One of those things was a pair of my old inline skates. She said she ‘didn’t want me to lose one more part of my home’ like she did. Yeah. I cried. Only a little. They’re behind me as I type this and I like to think of them as my good luck charms. The day she told me that was the day I decided to drop the ‘Martineau’ part of my name from my jersey. Not out of disrespect to my dad, to Canada, or to Québec, but out of respect to the island that the other half of me still lies. I wear ‘SIERRA’ so that maybe one kid in Bayamón, Aguadilla, Ponce, or hell even Mayagüez can see it and know this sport has a place for them. 
 
  I think that’s it, really. I don’t really know what else to add. I’m sure my Agent will come up with something witty. Oh, actually, the date that I set passed a week ago. 
 
  Cool. Yeah. RS97 Out.” 
 
I, the Agent, have nothing witty to add. This is awkward, thanks Robin. 

 
  P.S. Robin ‘RS97 Out’ is BADASS, start doing that more k thx bye LETS GO 21ST!!!! 
 
Words: 1400+ (but like 1446. Maybe 1450 I’m not sure.)

1. “Proud. Happy. I’m really happy with what we were able to do. I think I’ve made some life long friends here despite my short tenure—not that I’m retiring, for the record.”
 
2. “I mean that questions considering me and my agent both…yknow…received one, it’s like trashing the Grammys whilst getting one. I think everbody who received award thoroughly deserved it.”
 
3. “I got drafted 31st overall by the JST’s Royals, so I’m pretty happy and excited about that. I always go onto a new team trying not to expect anything. I just aim to have fun.”
 
4. “Not great.”
 
5. “Next season I plan to stay in Halifax. I love it here.”
 
6. “…How legal can my hits be? I’ve always thought of ‘why not use the stick?’ During scrums. If it gets too serious I have something sharp on me. I’d do it. Does this cover legal expenses too?”

1. “Proud. Happy. I’m really happy with what we were able to do. I think I’ve made some life long friends here despite my short tenure—not that I’m retiring, for the record.”
 
2. “I mean that questions considering me and my agent both…yknow…received one, it’s like trashing the Grammys whilst getting one. I think everbody who received award thoroughly deserved it.”
 
3. “I got drafted 31st overall by the JST’s Royals, so I’m pretty happy and excited about that. I always go onto a new team trying not to expect anything. I just aim to have fun.”
 
4. “Not great.”
 
5. “Next season I plan to stay in Halifax. I love it here.”
 
6. “…How legal can my hits be? I’ve always thought of ‘why not use the stick?’ During scrums. If it gets too serious I have something sharp on me. I’d do it. Does this cover legal expenses too?”

1. “Proud. Happy. I’m really happy with what we were able to do. I think I’ve made some life long friends here despite my short tenure—not that I’m retiring, for the record.”
 
2. “I mean that questions considering me and my agent both…yknow…received one, it’s like trashing the Grammys whilst getting one. I think everbody who received award thoroughly deserved it.”
 
3. “I got drafted 31st overall by the JST’s Royals, so I’m pretty happy and excited about that. I always go onto a new team trying not to expect anything. I just aim to have fun.”
 
4. “Not great.”
 
5. “Next season I plan to stay in Halifax. I love it here.”
 
6. “…How legal can my hits be? I’ve always thought of ‘why not use the stick?’ During scrums. If it gets too serious I have something sharp on me. I’d do it. Does this cover legal expenses too?”

Though it was an unfortunate end to the season for the Halifax 21st, there was lots to remain positive about  as the team clawed their way back into the series after being down 2-0.  A huge part of that resurgence by the 21st was owed to the play of Maple Dogwood @dogwoodmaple, who claims the SuperSailor honor for the second time this season.  With 8 points in the series against the Wild, including 6 points in Halifax's game 3 and 4 wins, Dogwood was an offensive force.  Though he was held off the scoresheet in the opening two games of the series, he arrived in style with 3 points each in games 3 and 4, while recording a single point in games 5 and 6.  Ultimately, the 21st would succumb to penalty  troubles, allowing 5 powerplay goals on 14 penalties in games 5 and 6.  For his part, Dogwood once again led the team in points with 13 through the first two rounds of the playoffs (6 goals and 7 assists).  He also led the team with 61 shots on goal.  

For the 21st who came into the season with great optimism for a chance to win their first ever Founder's Cup, their unfortunate playoff exit stings.  The team had strong belief in their group to go all the way and with the mix of talent they had, it was one of their best opportunities in recent memory to capture the league’s top honor.  With potentially 6 players returning next season, including goaltender Jon Webber III @Webberj (who set a new franchise mark for playoff shutouts) and up-and-comers Dorji Khan @Oddpurplefly, Robin Sierra @ethanjaeda, and Ty Duke @TheDuke, the 21st have the potential to be back in the hunt next season.  The draft cupboard isn't exactly stocked to the brim for this offseason's redispersal draft, but with the availability of players through waivers, the opportunities could be there for the team to ice a contending team for a second straight season.  
 
For Dogwood, the next stop will likely be the VHLE as he expects to be drafted this offseason. Look for Dogwood to be among the top wingers taken in the S94 VHL and VHLE drafts as he had an outstanding regular season and playoffs for the 21st and projects to be a reliable and dynamic offensive player for seasons to come.  Though it's a bitter loss and a season cut short, the Halifax 21st are proud to once again announce Maple Dogwood as their SuperSailor. 
 
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“Stop it Khan I’m blushing in a Chinese restaurant right now.”
- Robin

“Stop it Khan I’m blushing in a Chinese restaurant right now.”
- Robin

I thought it would be really rude to just tell Robin’s story as if it were my own, not saying if you do you’re rude or what have you—I just thought it’d be better if Robin told his own story in his own words. So I emailed him and asked precisely that, his own words. He sent me back this:
 
  “I don’t even know where to start, really. Cool I was born. Awesome. Great start.
 
  Okay, I’ll be more serious. I was born on June 18th, 2005, in—and this is the part that surprises people—in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Surprise, surprise. Hablo español con el acento puertorriqueño más fuerte conocido por el hombre. My mom was visiting family in New York and my dad was vacationing in NYC from Montréal when they met.
 
  My full name is Robin Mateo Sierra Martineau. I used Mateo Sierra when I was in Puerto Rico or visiting relatives in New York, and I used Robin Martineau when I was in Canada. Not because I was forced to, but when I was younger I didn’t like how in Spanish my name is Robín (ro-bean), rather than Robin (rah-ben) in English. I stopped caring when I was like…thirteen, but it’s not that important. If you’re cool enough you can call me Mateo, it’s still my name, but if you’re some random person on the street don’t call me Mateo. But if you’re a teammate you can call me Mateo. It's like calling someone named ‘John’ Johnny. It’s a personal thing.
 
  I spent half of the year in San Juan and the rest in Montréal, and then later Toronto. I would be in Canada during prime hockey season, and then I’d come back to Puerto Rico to root for the Habs or the Leafs in the playoffs from Hato Rey. My dad would ramble for hours and hours about hockey. Honestly I’d set him off so he’d order us pizza. (But don’t tell him that.) He would tell me the stories of Wayne Gretzky, Lemieux, how much he hated the Avs for taking the Nordiques, how ‘this was the year the Leafs were going to take the cup!’…and then they didn’t. 
 
  I started on my elementary school’s hockey team, and then in Puerto Rico I’d play a mix of both inline hockey and ice hockey, since Puerto Rico had the only ice rink in the Caribbean. Me and my mom would drive two hours from San Juan to this little city called Aguadilla at the complete ass crack of dawn so I could spend the entire Saturday there. I’d play hockey by myself, without a goal, so I’d just make up an arbitrary spot where I wanted the puck to go. I got told off once since the puck would leave black marks on the wall where I shot. I’d show up when they’d open and left when they closed. They started calling me ‘La Hoja’ when I’d show up, since the jacket I’d wear had a Canadian flag stitched on the side of it. 
 
  Then Hurricane Maria hit. I don’t know why I’m being so dramatic about it, I wasn’t even there. I always left for Canada in July so it’d be easier to transition back into life in Canada. It hurts to think about how many things I saw for the last time and never knew about it. My mom stayed, and on the nineteenth of September she texted me. I’m not translating it because it makes me cry if I look at it too long. 
 
  “Aunque me pase algo Mateo, siempre te querré. Siempre te amaré aunque ya no esté aquí. No te preocupes por mí.”
  I said:
 
  "¿qué pasa si te pasa algo?"
 
  She said:
 
  “En caso de que pase algo, patina para mí y te animaré desde las nubes :DD Pase lo que pase, todo estará bien. ” 
 
  She lived, by the way. I felt like we were getting sad. She was scooping water out of the apartment with buckets. Apparently she used one of my old helmets when the buckets overflowed. When that failed she hid in the bathroom with things she cared about in a trash bag and our cat. 
 
  A week later she sent me a text that said:

  “We’re okay!!! The apartment is a little soggy but I saved the things that mattered. Link (our cat) is mad at me for putting him in the [pet carrier] though xP”
 
  Anyway, she’s okay. She moved to Toronto with us for a few years after everything. Let’s move this back to hockey. I COMPLETELY forgot that’s what this was about. 
 
  Obviously, after Maria I couldn’t go back to Puerto Rico, so I stayed in Puerto Rico and played essentially little league ice and inline hockey, the latter on a much more hobby basis during the summers, but that’s not important. I started playing Junior Hockey for a team out of Mississauga when I was…fourteen-ish? And I stayed with them for a few years, bounced to a different Junior Hockey team based in Toronto when I was sixteen so my parents could save money on gas. It’s all very vanilla. 
 
  As time went on, though, I started to feel like I was giving everything to this game but this game was giving me nothing in return. Which, honestly, could’ve been me thinking I’m better than I was. But still, I wasn’t exactly happy with where my life was. So I had this plan where if I made it to University and nothing changed, my College Hockey career would be my last shot. 
 
  Then, a break! Well, more like two. Firstly, I got an agent [Me! :D] who was able to put me into contact with the VHL. Then, a second break! I was contacted by a VHLM team who wanted an interview. My agent wrote back to them, and they never responded. I won’t name them to keep things copacetic. And because my agent begged me too. [Yes. Yes I did.]
 
  It was. Fine, it hurt a little, but it was more frustrating. Disappointing. I’m not sure of the word to use. It made me stop and really stop and think about hockey and my life in general. It just felt like I wasn’t going anywhere with my life. Like I was stuck in the same sweat-soaked jersey with Fairweathered teammates and disgusting locker rooms with bacterial, fungal, and parasitic strains and pathogens that would truly violate the Geneva Conventions.  
 
  So I chose a date, and said that if nothing changed then I’d say ‘F[Agent Censor]k It All’ and I’d move on with my life and drop hockey like it never mattered to me. I think it was more out of anger, but I still think that it was the manifestation of an underlying issue. I think it was me just being tired. 
 
  And then I was drafted by Halifax. 
 
  So. Joke’s on me I guess. 
 
  I think my mom was more excited than me, she screamed so loud Link freaked out and broke a plate and (somehow????) knocked a clock off of a wall. She cried, I [definitely] cried, fun for the whole family. Besides Link. 
 
  One thing I want to bring up is the fact I dropped the ‘Martineau’ part from my jersey. Well, not only for space because French just LOVES to have silent letters for no reason, but remember how my mom put things she cared about in a trash bag during Hurricane Maria? 
 
  One of those things was a pair of my old inline skates. She said she ‘didn’t want me to lose one more part of my home’ like she did. Yeah. I cried. Only a little. They’re behind me as I type this and I like to think of them as my good luck charms. The day she told me that was the day I decided to drop the ‘Martineau’ part of my name from my jersey. Not out of disrespect to my dad, to Canada, or to Québec, but out of respect to the island that the other half of me still lies. I wear ‘SIERRA’ so that maybe one kid in Bayamón, Aguadilla, Ponce, or hell even Mayagüez can see it and know this sport has a place for them. 
 
  I think that’s it, really. I don’t really know what else to add. I’m sure my Agent will come up with something witty. Oh, actually, the date that I set passed a week ago. 
 
  Cool. Yeah. RS97 Out.” 
 
I, the Agent, have nothing witty to add. This is awkward, thanks Robin. 

 
  P.S. Robin ‘RS97 Out’ is BADASS, start doing that more k thx bye LETS GO 21ST!!!! 
 
Words: 1400+ (but like 1446. Maybe 1450 I’m not sure.)

Thanks! Glad to be here ^^

Excellent bio! That was fun to read and we're so glad to have you on the 21st!

I thought it would be really rude to just tell Robin’s story as if it were my own, not saying if you do you’re rude or what have you—I just thought it’d be better if Robin told his own story in his own words. So I emailed him and asked precisely that, his own words. He sent me back this:
 
  “I don’t even know where to start, really. Cool I was born. Awesome. Great start.
 
  Okay, I’ll be more serious. I was born on June 18th, 2005, in—and this is the part that surprises people—in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Surprise, surprise. Hablo español con el acento puertorriqueño más fuerte conocido por el hombre. My mom was visiting family in New York and my dad was vacationing in NYC from Montréal when they met.
 
  My full name is Robin Mateo Sierra Martineau. I used Mateo Sierra when I was in Puerto Rico or visiting relatives in New York, and I used Robin Martineau when I was in Canada. Not because I was forced to, but when I was younger I didn’t like how in Spanish my name is Robín (ro-bean), rather than Robin (rah-ben) in English. I stopped caring when I was like…thirteen, but it’s not that important. If you’re cool enough you can call me Mateo, it’s still my name, but if you’re some random person on the street don’t call me Mateo. But if you’re a teammate you can call me Mateo. It's like calling someone named ‘John’ Johnny. It’s a personal thing.
 
  I spent half of the year in San Juan and the rest in Montréal, and then later Toronto. I would be in Canada during prime hockey season, and then I’d come back to Puerto Rico to root for the Habs or the Leafs in the playoffs from Hato Rey. My dad would ramble for hours and hours about hockey. Honestly I’d set him off so he’d order us pizza. (But don’t tell him that.) He would tell me the stories of Wayne Gretzky, Lemieux, how much he hated the Avs for taking the Nordiques, how ‘this was the year the Leafs were going to take the cup!’…and then they didn’t. 
 
  I started on my elementary school’s hockey team, and then in Puerto Rico I’d play a mix of both inline hockey and ice hockey, since Puerto Rico had the only ice rink in the Caribbean. Me and my mom would drive two hours from San Juan to this little city called Aguadilla at the complete ass crack of dawn so I could spend the entire Saturday there. I’d play hockey by myself, without a goal, so I’d just make up an arbitrary spot where I wanted the puck to go. I got told off once since the puck would leave black marks on the wall where I shot. I’d show up when they’d open and left when they closed. They started calling me ‘La Hoja’ when I’d show up, since the jacket I’d wear had a Canadian flag stitched on the side of it. 
 
  Then Hurricane Maria hit. I don’t know why I’m being so dramatic about it, I wasn’t even there. I always left for Canada in July so it’d be easier to transition back into life in Canada. It hurts to think about how many things I saw for the last time and never knew about it. My mom stayed, and on the nineteenth of September she texted me. I’m not translating it because it makes me cry if I look at it too long. 
 
  “Aunque me pase algo Mateo, siempre te querré. Siempre te amaré aunque ya no esté aquí. No te preocupes por mí.”
  I said:
 
  "¿qué pasa si te pasa algo?"
 
  She said:
 
  “En caso de que pase algo, patina para mí y te animaré desde las nubes :DD Pase lo que pase, todo estará bien. ” 
 
  She lived, by the way. I felt like we were getting sad. She was scooping water out of the apartment with buckets. Apparently she used one of my old helmets when the buckets overflowed. When that failed she hid in the bathroom with things she cared about in a trash bag and our cat. 
 
  A week later she sent me a text that said:

  “We’re okay!!! The apartment is a little soggy but I saved the things that mattered. Link (our cat) is mad at me for putting him in the [pet carrier] though xP”
 
  Anyway, she’s okay. She moved to Toronto with us for a few years after everything. Let’s move this back to hockey. I COMPLETELY forgot that’s what this was about. 
 
  Obviously, after Maria I couldn’t go back to Puerto Rico, so I stayed in Puerto Rico and played essentially little league ice and inline hockey, the latter on a much more hobby basis during the summers, but that’s not important. I started playing Junior Hockey for a team out of Mississauga when I was…fourteen-ish? And I stayed with them for a few years, bounced to a different Junior Hockey team based in Toronto when I was sixteen so my parents could save money on gas. It’s all very vanilla. 
 
  As time went on, though, I started to feel like I was giving everything to this game but this game was giving me nothing in return. Which, honestly, could’ve been me thinking I’m better than I was. But still, I wasn’t exactly happy with where my life was. So I had this plan where if I made it to University and nothing changed, my College Hockey career would be my last shot. 
 
  Then, a break! Well, more like two. Firstly, I got an agent [Me! :D] who was able to put me into contact with the VHL. Then, a second break! I was contacted by a VHLM team who wanted an interview. My agent wrote back to them, and they never responded. I won’t name them to keep things copacetic. And because my agent begged me too. [Yes. Yes I did.]
 
  It was. Fine, it hurt a little, but it was more frustrating. Disappointing. I’m not sure of the word to use. It made me stop and really stop and think about hockey and my life in general. It just felt like I wasn’t going anywhere with my life. Like I was stuck in the same sweat-soaked jersey with Fairweathered teammates and disgusting locker rooms with bacterial, fungal, and parasitic strains and pathogens that would truly violate the Geneva Conventions.  
 
  So I chose a date, and said that if nothing changed then I’d say ‘F[Agent Censor]k It All’ and I’d move on with my life and drop hockey like it never mattered to me. I think it was more out of anger, but I still think that it was the manifestation of an underlying issue. I think it was me just being tired. 
 
  And then I was drafted by Halifax. 
 
  So. Joke’s on me I guess. 
 
  I think my mom was more excited than me, she screamed so loud Link freaked out and broke a plate and (somehow????) knocked a clock off of a wall. She cried, I [definitely] cried, fun for the whole family. Besides Link. 
 
  One thing I want to bring up is the fact I dropped the ‘Martineau’ part from my jersey. Well, not only for space because French just LOVES to have silent letters for no reason, but remember how my mom put things she cared about in a trash bag during Hurricane Maria? 
 
  One of those things was a pair of my old inline skates. She said she ‘didn’t want me to lose one more part of my home’ like she did. Yeah. I cried. Only a little. They’re behind me as I type this and I like to think of them as my good luck charms. The day she told me that was the day I decided to drop the ‘Martineau’ part of my name from my jersey. Not out of disrespect to my dad, to Canada, or to Québec, but out of respect to the island that the other half of me still lies. I wear ‘SIERRA’ so that maybe one kid in Bayamón, Aguadilla, Ponce, or hell even Mayagüez can see it and know this sport has a place for them. 
 
  I think that’s it, really. I don’t really know what else to add. I’m sure my Agent will come up with something witty. Oh, actually, the date that I set passed a week ago. 
 
  Cool. Yeah. RS97 Out.” 
 
I, the Agent, have nothing witty to add. This is awkward, thanks Robin. 

 
  P.S. Robin ‘RS97 Out’ is BADASS, start doing that more k thx bye LETS GO 21ST!!!! 
 
Words: 1400+ (but like 1446. Maybe 1450 I’m not sure.)

The Halifax 21st just plowed through the Philadelphia Reapers with a strong 4-1 series win. They won 3 in a row with 3 big shutouts by their goalie Jon Webber III @Webberj who broke the team record for Shutouts in the playoffs After losing game 4, Halifax went in for a strong finish .In an exclusive interview with Dorji Khan, the towering 6’8" monster on the left winger, shared his thoughts on the intense playoff battles, winning the first round and his team’s quest for glory.
Reporter: “Dorji, congratulations on advancing to the next round! How does it feel to clinch that first-round win?”
Dorji Khan: “Thank you! It’s an incredible experience. The playoffs are a whole different beast. The intensity, the pressure, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever faced. But I thrive on challenges and our team battled hard. That victory was too sweet. Hopefully we keep pushing on just as strong. I’m ready to give it my all.”
Reporter: " You signed late last season with the opposition, The Philadelphia Reapers and won the championship. How do you feel that helped you in this series against them?
Dorji Khan: " I got to know how they play and their strengths as well as their weaknesses. But I think it's the overall experience I gained in those playoffs that made the difference. It gave me a feel for what to expect in playoffs and how it differs from the regular season."
Reporter: " How do you feel about your play so far in the playoffs?
Dorji Khan: " I feel good, I'm focused and feeling strong. I feel like I am improving every game and I keep on pushing my limits."
Reporter: “Your line had a crucial moment in game 3. Robin Sierra’s @ethanjaeda game-winning goal, assisted by you and Pierre Marc Bouchard @Gaikoku-hito”
Dorji Khan: “Robin’s shot was like a laser, no chance for the goalie. Pierre’s pass? Perfectly threaded the needle through the defense. It felt like when we step on the ice together, we were like a finely tuned machine.”
Reporter: “You’ve been a key player for the Halifax 21st. What’s been your secret to success?”
Dorji Khan: “Visualization helps. Before each game, sit on the empty benches and I imagine myself making those crucial plays and scoring goals. I get myself in a zone almost like meditating. But at the end of the day, I still need to put your work boots on( or skates ), keep showing up for work and to work, and keep the determination. Honestly my success, I owe it all to the team because my teammates have been amazing. We’ve built a strong bond both on and off the ice. Without them, I don’t know if I would have had the same impact. We’re like a family and that camaraderie fuels our performance.”
Reporter: “What’s your prediction for the rest of the playoffs? What’s your mindset for the next round?”
Dorji Khan: “We’re hungry for the championship. The VHLM Cup is within reach, and we’re not backing down. Our locker room is buzzing. We’ll take it one game at a time, but mark my words... we’re aiming for glory!”

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PT week April 29 - May 6

Andrew Skilton, A.K.A the GOAT from Palmerston ONTARRIOOOOO 
 


  I had this idea for a while, but wasn't sure how to...execute it or how to go about it, really. But it came out way better than I was honestly expecting :D! Took me. An unreasonable amount of time but it looks REALLY good in my very humble opinion. 

  Also, there's a few Easter eggs in the photo itself, so brownie points to whoever gets it first!

  Here's everything broke down bc its kinda interesting: 


anyway. thats all
-ethan

Showing that breakdown is really cool to see how you put it all together!  Amazing work❤️‍🔥

Andrew Skilton, A.K.A the GOAT from Palmerston ONTARRIOOOOO 
 


  I had this idea for a while, but wasn't sure how to...execute it or how to go about it, really. But it came out way better than I was honestly expecting :D! Took me. An unreasonable amount of time but it looks REALLY good in my very humble opinion. 

  Also, there's a few Easter eggs in the photo itself, so brownie points to whoever gets it first!

  Here's everything broke down bc its kinda interesting: 


anyway. thats all
-ethan

Andrew Skilton, A.K.A the GOAT from Palmerston ONTARRIOOOOO 
 


  I had this idea for a while, but wasn't sure how to...execute it or how to go about it, really. But it came out way better than I was honestly expecting :D! Took me. An unreasonable amount of time but it looks REALLY good in my very humble opinion. 

  Also, there's a few Easter eggs in the photo itself, so brownie points to whoever gets it first!

  Here's everything broke down bc its kinda interesting: 


anyway. thats all
-ethan

Andrew Skilton, A.K.A the GOAT from Palmerston ONTARRIOOOOO 
 


  I had this idea for a while, but wasn't sure how to...execute it or how to go about it, really. But it came out way better than I was honestly expecting :D! Took me. An unreasonable amount of time but it looks REALLY good in my very humble opinion. 

  Also, there's a few Easter eggs in the photo itself, so brownie points to whoever gets it first!

  Here's everything broke down bc its kinda interesting: 


anyway. thats all
-ethan

Andrew Skilton, A.K.A the GOAT from Palmerston ONTARRIOOOOO 
 


  I had this idea for a while, but wasn't sure how to...execute it or how to go about it, really. But it came out way better than I was honestly expecting :D! Took me. An unreasonable amount of time but it looks REALLY good in my very humble opinion. 

  Also, there's a few Easter eggs in the photo itself, so brownie points to whoever gets it first!

  Here's everything broke down bc its kinda interesting: 


anyway. thats all
-ethan

I will apply

After Halifax clinched a playoff spot last week, captain Andrew Skilton @ace_five_ decided to take the team out for dinner at the highest-rated restaurant he could find in the city and treat them all to some fine dining. He worked his magic and got them a reservation for 20 for the following evening to celebrate the accomplishment – the first goal of the season being complete. Andrew knew it was going to be a new experience for most of the team, considering the average age of the team is just over 19, with most being 18 or younger. 
 
Arriving first, just after Skilton and 20 minutes early, was newcomer Phil Sakic @Phil. Ready to impress and maybe trying to assert some dominance, Sakic took a seat at the head of the table. Coming in together not too much later were management icons @LucyXpher and @Will3. They casually took a seat while making some small talk with Sakic. Entering with some laughter and light ribbing were big guns John Season @dylanjj37, Maple Dogwood @dogwoodmaple, and Pierre Marc Bouchard @Gaikoku-hito, who showed up just before the reservation time together, with Season dethroning Sakic and taking the head of the table. Right on time, in strolled Connor Simard @Alex99 and Jon Webber III @Webberj, who were coming out of a light jog and checking their watches to make sure they weren’t late. Tommy Shelby @Will was next to enter the restaurant, fashionably (literally) late as usual without a care in the world. He sat right in the centre to make sure he could hear and speak to everyone equally. As everyone was getting their drink orders in, some loud laughing could be heard at the entrance as Dustin Moore @Maxx and Alexandr Novotny @Patrik Tallinder made their way in. A fist bump could be seen as the two came around the corner grinning at each other. Trickling in after that were Aanarsi Reingaard @Laine, Ty Duke @TheDuke, Captain Nugget Jr. @Captain nugget and Dorji Khan @Oddpurplefly, who each quickly took their seats and called over the server to get their drinks in, which of course had to be the most expensive ones on the menu (that they could legally drink of course). Last but not least, in running came Robin Sierra @ethanjaeda apologizing profusely and explaining that they went to two of the wrong restaurants before arriving. Apparently, they’d been left out (or they accidentally removed themself) from the group chat saying where the restaurant was. 
 
Finally situated, the team ended up having an amazing dinner of steaks, salads, seafood, and drinks until each and every one of them was completely stuffed. They chatted about their individual accomplishments throughout the season as well as what they’ve been able to accomplish together, bringing the 21st out of the basement of the league and making the team a force to be reckoned with. There was talk about the beginning of the season when they couldn’t seem to score more than two goals in a game, to now being the highest-scoring team in the league. Robin Sierra finally let Skilton know that they dyed his laces with glow-in-the-dark ink back on April Fools Day, to which Andrew was baffled he hadn’t figured out yet. Everyone had a good chuckle about the ridiculous story that Saskatoon defenceman Bollos de Trueno @Thunder22 put out trying to disparage management. Even Lucy and Will had a laugh about that one, whether it was through their teeth or not was undetermined. By the end, Dogwood had revealed that the Jelly Coin extravaganza was finally over. They would never be getting their money back, but the investigation had finally come to a close. 
 
At the end of dinner, Skilton tapped on his glass and asked for some silence at the table. He stood up from his chair with his glass in hand and said, 
“I just want to thank each and every one of you for the season that we’ve had. We couldn’t have made it this far without the hard work and dedication of everyone. While we’ve had some ups and some downs, we’ve been able to band together and put up some outstanding numbers for this club. I want to thank Lucy and Will for putting together this group and pushing us to our highest potential. You’ve given us all an opportunity to shine on this stage, knowing that in doing that, you won’t end up seeing us for too long as we make our way to the VHLE and ultimately, the VHL. You’ve made the experience for a new guy like me one to remember, and I’ll carry that through to the end of my career and beyond.” Some cheers of ‘Here here!’ were shouted from various points of the table at this statement. Skilton continued, “It has been an honour and a pleasure to call myself the captain of this squad and I’m proud to call you all brothers and sisters in arms. Now, this isn’t the end of the road, the playoffs are a whole new game, but I’m confident that if we continue what we’ve been doing all season long and trust in each other, we’ll be hoisting the Founder’s Cup in no time! So let’s make a toast, to the best locker room in the VHLM, the Halifax 21st!”
 
As those words were spoken the team erupted in a cheer, clinking glasses and chugging what was left in them. The restaurant staff had to come over and quiet the team because they were disturbing the other patrons. Understanding they were maybe overstaying their welcome, the team began departing. They all decided to take a walk at the pier and take in the ocean and the namesake of the team. Of course, the group can’t go anywhere without causing some sort of havoc, so Phil Sakic was sent to the end of the pier after being told that if he looked straight down into the water he could see the remains of the last ship to dock at Pier 21 before it caught on fire. Unceremoniously, Sakic was shoved into the chilly waters by his teammates, who let him wade a bit before helping him out and handing over a cheque for a new suit. They all had a laugh and began breaking off to head home and get some rest for the upcoming playoffs.
 
(1042 Words)

1.With the season coming to a close, what do you hope to accomplish before the season ends?
  "...Raise the cup, honestly. It'd be such a move to hoist the cup. But even if I don't hoist the cup, I've already accomplished so much more than I ever expected to. I'm here, and I think that's enough cup or not." 
 
2. Is the Founder's Cup a two horse race between Ottawa and us?
  "...I really want to talk shit but I'm not going to and jinx the hell out of us." 
 
3. What teammate had been the most  have been the most underrated?
  "I don't hear a lot about Skilton, Shelby, or Reingard. They're all really solid and good players. And...Skilton's cute so he gets a pass."  
 
4. What team are you looking forward to playing in the playoffs?
  "Saskatoon, for...reasons." 
 
5. What is a hobby outside of hockey that your player enjoys?
  "I like reading, video games, normal Gen Z things, I guess. Ironically enough I collect Hockey Cards--Don't. Don't ask how many of myself I have just--just don't worry about it. I just want to make sure they get my likeness correct--" 
 
6. With the NHL Playoffs underway, who is your pick to win it all?
  "I was born in Toronto, but I enjoy this thing called sanity. So the part of me born under Maple Leaves is rooting for Toronto, but the sensible part of me is rooting for the Oilers. I think my Agent is a Kraken fan, but...we know...we know how that went."

"rude." - ethan, agent of Robin Sierra

i just REALLY like making these things they're so fun 😭, if you look closely you'll see Helsinki City Centre, and I might start putting more easter eggs into my graphics bc it'll be funny 




  i had this idea pop into my head while talking to the nice guys on the Helsinki Titans (@samx and @Triller), and I spent a stupid amount of time researching Finnish hockey only for it not really to matter in the end but HEY fuck it we groove 

 btw while we're here STREAM GLORIA GROOVE!!!!! and Ana Lua Caiano and idk message me if you want non-english music recs bc I have them like pokemon cards okay I'm tired i'm going to bed GOODNIGHt.

  -ethan
   agent of robin sierra

I love this one!  Awesome work!🤩

i just REALLY like making these things they're so fun 😭, if you look closely you'll see Helsinki City Centre, and I might start putting more easter eggs into my graphics bc it'll be funny 




  i had this idea pop into my head while talking to the nice guys on the Helsinki Titans (@samx and @Triller), and I spent a stupid amount of time researching Finnish hockey only for it not really to matter in the end but HEY fuck it we groove 

 btw while we're here STREAM GLORIA GROOVE!!!!! and Ana Lua Caiano and idk message me if you want non-english music recs bc I have them like pokemon cards okay I'm tired i'm going to bed GOODNIGHt.

  -ethan
   agent of robin sierra