Chapter 3

Christian’s first game with the Rebels had been against the Portsmouth Patriots,a low-ranking team they beat without trying.It was Christian’s first real hockey game,not counting those he’d played while in college or in amateur leagues.His first professionalgame.Hearing his name called out across the ice as he sank puck after puck stirred in him thoughts of greatness.This was where he needed to be,here.This was the game he was meant to play.

One clear thought rang through him as he had skated off the ice after scoring the final goal of the game.Gretzky,move over.It’s time for some Magic in the majors.

After practice games,the team usually went out to an early dinner at Mulligan’s,the nearby sports bar.During NHL season,one of the guys might invite the others over to watch the game—usually Eric,whose giant,flat-screen TV and decked-out home bar always made Christian think the guy was trying to compensate for inadequacies in other areas of his life.