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Hate Should Be A Hockey Term Epilogue
SLOANEMove-in day at Dalton University was ninety-one degrees and smelled like cut grass and cardboard.My father carried every box up four flights of stairs to my room in Hollis Hall by himself, because the elevator was broken and because, he said, he'd been training for this moment for eighteen years. He did it in his new Flyers polo, the one Chase's agent had sent him in July with a note that said "For the guy who wore the tie first." He had not taken it off since.On the last trip, he set the final box down on my bare mattress, straightened up, put both hands on his lower back, and looked around the room. White cinderblock. Two beds. Two desks. A window that looked out over the quad, the library steps and the fountain."Good light," he said."Dad.""I'm just saying. It's a selling point. South-facing." He looked at the fountain through the window for a long moment. "That's the one?""That's the one."He nodded slowly. Then he reached into his back pocket and took out a small fold
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term Family (MISC)
SLOANEThe NHL finished its investigation on May 12.Graham Hartley resigned as general manager of the Seattle Vipers four hours before the league could fire him. His statement was two sentences long and used the word "family" once, which Kira said was the funniest thing she'd read all year. The league banned him from any front-office role for five years. The Vipers' owner gave a press conference and said "deeply troubling" nine times. Ava counted.Dr. Alan Feinstein surrendered his license on May 19, before the board could revoke it. Athlete Wellness Partners closed. The converted Victorian went up for sale. My father, who was a real estate agent, drove past it once, looked at the listing price, said "That's ambitious," and kept driving.Marcus Callahan was expelled from Dalton University on April 21. He was charged with aggravated assault in Michigan and pleaded to a lesser charge in May. Probation. Restitution. A permanent ban from NCAA athletics. The Vipers' free-agent offer, whic
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term The Things We Give Up
CHASEThe MRI machine sounded like someone hitting a dumpster with a hammer for forty minutes.I lay inside it with my eyes shut, not moving, while the technician's voice came through a speaker every few minutes saying "Doing great, Chase, just a few more," which was a lie, because it was always more than a few.When they slid me out, Dr. Osei was standing beside the machine with her arms crossed, next to a Detroit orthopedic surgeon who looked about twelve and had the calm, slightly bored expression of a man who'd seen a thousand knees and would see a thousand more."Grade two MCL," the surgeon said, looking at a tablet. "Partial tear. Medial meniscus, small tear, posterior horn." He scrolled. "ACL intact."I didn't understand most of it. I understood the last part."Intact," I said."Intact." He looked up. "Which is frankly a miracle, considering Dr. Osei tells me you scored a power-play goal on it last night by driving the net.""He did," said Dr. Osei. "Against my written advice."
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term Under Every Light
CHASEDenver was fast.Everybody had told me that. The scouting report. Coach. Owen, who had texted me a seven-page breakdown at 2:14 a.m. with diagrams. Denver had the best transition game in college hockey and two defensemen already drafted in the first round, and they liked to hit you when you had your head down.I found out how fast in the first ninety seconds.Their center took the opening faceoff back to his D, and by the time I'd turned around, they were already gone. A three-on-two, a drop pass, a wrist shot off the far post that rang so loud the whole building flinched.Jax didn't move. He just watched it hit iron and go out of play, then turned his head and looked at our defense with an expression of profound disappointment."Again," he said, to nobody. "We're doing that again?"We did it again. Twice more in the first period. The second time, it went in.Denver 1, Dalton 0.---I played the outside.Dr. Osei had been very clear. No net. No planting. No stupid. So I stayed o
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term One Leg, One Game
CHASEDetroit smelled like rain and diesel and the river.The team bus pulled up to the hotel at 4:15 on Wednesday afternoon, and the first thing I saw through the window was a cluster of reporters on the sidewalk under umbrellas, holding phones and microphones and one very wet foam finger."Are those for us?" Tyler said, pressing his face to the glass. "Are we famous? Is this what famous is?""They're for Hartley," Jax said."Why is Hartley famous?"Jax looked at him for a long time."Tyler," he said. "Have you been on the internet in the last thirty-six hours?""I've been doing a puzzle," Tyler said. "A thousand pieces. It's a lighthouse."Nobody had the heart to tell him.---The lobby was worse.Not reporters. Worse. My own team.Coach went in first to check us in. Then the guys filed in behind him with their bags, and I came last, with my hood up and my head down, because I'd been doing that since Tuesday morning at 7:01, when the Dalton Daily put up three thousand words with Slo
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term The Truth Goes Public
SLOANEThe divorce papers came Monday morning in a FedEx envelope with my father's lawyer's return address on it. Final settlement terms. Three copies. Yellow tabs where Victoria had to sign.Dad stood at the island on Lindenwood with the envelope in his hands like it might go off."The courier can take them," he said. "Her lawyer can come get them. I don't have to—""I'll take them," I said.He looked at me."Sloane.""I'll take them," I said again. "I need to say one thing to her. Just one. And then I never have to say anything to her again."---The Eastlake house looked exactly the same.That was the strangest part. The same white columns. The same hydrangeas starting to bud along the walk. The same brass knocker shaped like a pineapple, which Victoria had once told me was a symbol of hospitality.I didn't use the knocker. I had a key. She'd never asked for it back.She was at the island.Of course she was. Cream sweater. Reading glasses. A coffee at her elbow. No spreadsheets thi
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term Thin Walls
SLOANEDinner had been a declaration of war. Now I was dragging my suitcases up the curved staircase to the second floor, Victoria trailing behind with apologies about “the best room available” and promises of “plenty of space for everyone.”The hallway stretched long and quiet, cream walls, dark
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term The Shift
SLOANEThe Hartley place screamed money the second we pulled up—sleek modern lines, two-and-a-half stories of glass and stone, the kind of house that cost more than most people’s entire lives. It smelled like fresh rosemary and old wealth when we stepped inside.Dad and I hauled our suitcases from
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term Welcome Home
CHASEThe locker room reeked of sweat-soaked gear, fresh tape, and the cold bite of sharpened blades. Most of the Vancouver Titans had already peeled out after morning skate—laughing, slapping asses, scattering to hotels for whatever flavor of chaos they’d lined up: threesomes, one-night stands, or
Hate Should Be A Hockey Term The News
SLOANEI was halfway through a very important scroll when my bedroom door swung open without so much as a courtesy knock.“Oh my god, Dad—what the hell?” I yanked the sheet up to my chin, though my silk camisole and tiny sleep shorts had already betrayed me by riding up in all the wrong places. Dad
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