The Old White Rhino - Part 2

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Aleksei surveyed the papers collected at his desk. Something wasn't adding up.

 

 

Four players he'd brought together were playing over point per game hockey over the first week of the season, but it wasn't adding up. The wins weren't coming, and the team was already at a negative five goal differential. Even the defensemen were putting up points, but the team must've been putting up some kind of swiss cheese hockey. Unless...

 

 

Sytsevich took a long pull of his vodka as he came across the goalie's stats.

 

 

The goalie was good. Maybe too good to the point it was covering up his team's faults. An 0.92 save percentage in any major league was nothing short of competent, but that meant.

 

No. That couldn't be true. 

 

"Sixteen goals, four per game, carry the two..." Aleksi trailed off.

 

The Phantoms had allowed two hundred and fifteen shots on net in four games. Nearly double what one would expect in that period of time. The fact that Bjoernsson hadn't had a heart attack in that period of time was something of a small miracle. 

 

Aleksi lifted the phoneand dialed @diamond_ace's number.

 

"Comerade. We need to give bonus to goalie."

 

The receiver was down with a click before the Phantoms' GM had a chance to respond, and took another low, pensive swig of his vodka. Winter was coming to Prague soon, and though its chill didn't carry the bite of Siberia, Raisa would be wanting a new mink to show off to her socialite friends. Perhaps comerade Diamond would be willing to give him an advance on his meager salary if the love of his wife was at sake.

 

Time would tell. For now, Hockey and Vodka would have to keep him warm.

 

 

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TPE for week ending September 15

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