The Old White Rhino - Part 6

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The Old White Rhino - Part 6

 

 

Aleksei groaned softly and tongued the the roof of his mouth. He'd been too eager and burned himself on the first bite of pizza. Across the table, his grandson, Roman Sytsevich giggled and looked up from his soda. Aleksei had a tradition of taking the boy out to pizza hut at the end of a season, and he wasn't about to let the ten year old down, even after a disappointing year. Traditions were important. Family was imporant. And if he was to extend his legacy to the next generation and help raise a strong future player, the boy would need to eat and be surrounded by strong men and women. Strong like bull. Strong like mother country.

 

Alskei withdrew his hip flask and took a long pull, maintaining eye contact with the wait staff. There was much on his mind from the past seventy-two games:

 

Every player on his team had providen a defensive liabiliity one way or another, except the young Center Bert Meyers @RunnerBert11. Of The Phantoms, he was the closest to having a negative goal differential. His scoring wasn't especially oustanding, but at times outlasting an opponent was more important than defeating them with force. 

 

Don Draper @Infernal had reached the 30-goal plateau as a sophomore, and despite slowing down a bit as the season progressed, would be a core piece moving forward. He even was Canadian enough to own a moose jaw, a yellow knife, and a sault ste. marie (whatever that was). He'd be kept around. 

 

"Patushka, mozhno mne drugoy kusok?"

 

"Konechno, moy malen'kiy voin" Aleksei smiled. Growing boys needed to eat, and he had a plan for the savior of The Phantoms, "Konechno".

 

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TPE for week ending October 27

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At least he didn't say anything about trading me. That's a good sign, I think.