Claimed: How I Was Almost Late For My First Game [1/2]

[Dangles13 373]

It was late Tuesday evening and I was on my way home from the rink after a gruelling practice. Sitting at a red light in my truck and flipping through the stations looking for something that passes as music. Something makes me stop on a station where two guys are arguing about a hockey player. "He just doesn't have the passion to make it in North America. He's too thin and weak and by this time next year he will be back in Sweden" . says the first guy. The second man fires back "he has vision and while he might be thin now he has the frame to put on muscle, he's still a kid for god's sake". Instincts tell me this is about me again and my anger starts to rise, not a good combo when I'm driving but I stupidly decide to listen to these assholes tear me to shreds.

 

The two men go on for ten minutes and they even manage to make some good points before the question gets asked. "Should the Rush trade him"? I quickly turn the radio off as I have had enough of these trade rumours. I am in North America to play hockey, I don't care what city it is. I talked to my manager before and he told me that he was going to shop me only to come back and say that I was going to stay. I was young and could be a part of the rebuild.

 

I get home and pass out thanks to the bag skate that coach had us do; I would have been up all night pissed off at the world otherwise. The next day I sleep in a bit because it's our day off and we are supposed to unwind. I clean my house and do some shopping and run some errands; it feels good to be able to do my own shit once in a while when I'm home. I decide I will treat myself to a nice home cooked dinner and start whipping up some hash and crack a bottle of red.

 

I turn on the television for background noise and find a game between Saskatoon and Las Vegas. I believe it is never a bad thing to watch your opponents play and I love hockey. I am halfway through washing my dishes when I hear something that sets my heart racing "Yukon and Saskatoon have a deal in place that will send Axelsson and McDragon over for picks". I panic and frantically search for my phone and look for missed messages; I have no missed calls and only a text from my mother. I call my manager and it goes right to voicemail so I hang up and try reaching McDragon. After a few rings he answers "Dude where the fuck are you? Our plane leaves in an hour and you need to get your ass to the airport". I race to the bedroom to grab my emergency travel bag and answer him "Uhh.. nobody fucking told me we got traded, I just saw it on the tv... fuck fuck fuck. I am on my way, don't let them leave".

 

I speed across town to get to the airport and I hope like hell that I didn't cause accidents. I get on the plane and Dragon is sitting there with a big grin on his face. "You must have flown here Otto. You made it in 10 minutes, I am impressed" I sit down and I am noticeably winded "How can that dick not call me to tell me he is trading me? I spoke to him last week and he said I was staying. Never mind, I don't give a shit. Let's just get to Saskatoon and play hockey".

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Wow, what a bad GM'ing by @TheLastOlympian07. Didn't even inform you, what a scrub. 

 

Also, I noticed you went inactive, sad life. Was that Sasky LR was quiet or that's all about VHL as a whole, idk, but the upcoming draft looks even more bland without you. Come back and make a better player than Donovan was, dammit! 

 

@Dangles13