13

It’s Sunday, meaning the boys and I hang out at home watching NHL replays, drinking some beer and eating some pizza. A lot of it. We are 5 growing men. We go through one each easy.

We’re on the second game of the day. We never agree on movies or shows. So the ice hockey is a save bet to watch. Dillon sits on the floor in front of our long grey couch, Miles is in the corner looking uninterested. Cole is sitting next to me and Austen is asleep on the other side of me.

I turn to Cole “How you feeling after yesterday?” Referring to his concussion and wrist.

“Not to bad. Em was worried. I hate doing that do her. Coach ripped into me. But wrist should heal quickly. No practice for me for a bit. Em was pissed, but she hasn’t spoken to me since yesterday and Damien already yelled at me at how it would affect Em and why I can’t do it again. I swear he will put an ankle monitor on me, if I play up again. He texted Miles to make sure I don’t drink.” He spills out to me.

“Yeah Emerson was re