OLIVE BECKETT “Some bitches are so annoyed they couldn't get the guy,” Jess started. I nudged her, shaking my head.One of them got angry and walked out, her friend calling after her. I tried to stifle my laughter as I watched them go. We watched the game go on…with Easton's team doing better. The first half was good, with the Blackhawks leading 7 to 3 at halftime.The last twenty minutes shook the stadium. The commentators watched, along with everyone else. Eyes on the puck, Ronnie had it this time…his mouth moving like some form of prayer.The boys planted their legs, and the stadium went silent. You could hear a pin drop. Bodies moved, players got hit, and Ronnie swung the puck to his teammate, Nathan, who held it ready to score.Some slow chants started. Jess was not having it and whispered a little curse—usual Jess.Suddenly, a player from the Red Deer brushed Nathan, shoving him aggressively, and the referee blew the whistle.Mumblings erupted from the crowd until they replayed
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