Even Strength (THE GAMES WE PLAY) by Cari Z EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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MAREK
“You ready for this, Stets?” My winger Magnusson clapped
my shoulder and gave me a big shit-eating grin. “Ready to
make your old man proud?”
I bit back some swearing as I pulled on my chest
protector. “Let’s just break this losing streak, yeah?”
He chuckled, gave me another smack, then sat down to
put on his shinpads. Mags loved nothing more than to troll
everyone on the team, especially me. We were good friends,
and the chirping was fun.
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I just was not in the mood for it. The pressure to live up to
my father’s legacy always weighed down on me when I
played, and that weight was pushing down extra hard
tonight.
All through my pre-warmup routine, as I put on my gear
and stretched, the headline from earlier kept flashing
through my brain like a slogan on the Jumbotron.
HALL OF FAME INDUCTEES ANNOUNCED.
No big deal, right? Yeah, except for the part where the
reporter had gone on and on about “Czech superstar Bedřich
Stetina finally gets the recognition he deserves” and “long
overdue accolades for a legendary player.”
I know, I know—they said that shit about every class of
inductees. The reporters probably had a phrasebook they
used, and they’d just grab a few, slap them on, and hope no
one noticed they were recycling the same dick-licking praise
year after year.
But it stung when they talked about my father that way. It
already stung that I was still here in the PHL after three
seasons. It stung that I was still trying like hell just to get
called up to the big leagues for a game or two while my
brother was tearing it up in the NAPH. It stung that people
constantly referred to me as Jan Stetina’s little brother or
Bedřich Stetina’s younger son because otherwise no one
knew who the fuck I was.
And now, as I got ready to hit the ice for yet another
minor league game while we were in the middle of a sixgame losing streak…
They had to go and announce that Táta was going into the
Hall of Fame.
Sakra.
Well. Not much I could do about it right now, and I wasn’t
going to get called up to the big leagues if I spent the game
sulking. So, I got up off the bench, grabbed my stick, and
headed out to the ice for warmups with my teammates.
The crowd cheered and banged on the glass as we skated
out.
There was a decent turnout tonight, too; the Las Vegas
Aces must not have had a home game. Whenever they were
on the road or had a bye, we got a lot of their fans. That was
a nice perk of having the PHL affiliate in the same city as the
NAPH team—people who liked hockey would happily come
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