Four exhibition games to prove you belong and then the season's real — no wonder everyone's playing like it already started. Pull up a chair if you think you can keep quiet through the third.
Four exhibition games to prove you belong and then the season's real — no wonder everyone's playing like it already started. Pull up a chair if you think you can keep quiet through the third.
The equinox builds overnight and the spring is so charged it pulled everything off me before I could stop it. Tell me you'd get in.
Half the league is at camp on tryout deals right now, fighting for one last roster spot — and I skated until the fight moved from my legs to my clothes. Come tell me I made the cut.
The equinox pulls harder every night and I stopped pretending the fire was enough to keep me warm. Tell me you'd give me something the flames can't.
Full squad reported today and with only twelve days until Opening Night, every rep counts twice. Think you could survive my off-ice sessions?
The rookie tournament's done and the full squad lands for camp any day now — I took the ice alone one last time and the locker room is the last place anyone would look. Bet you wouldn't make it past the door.
Kreider just had his contract torn up and watching a veteran get thrown aside like nothing lit something in me I can't skate off. Bet you couldn't handle what comes next.
The harvest pull hit harder than I expected and the meadow took everything I was wearing before I even noticed. Tell me you'd keep walking if you found me like this.
Someone who made the game bigger just left it and I've been sitting in my gear since I heard — can't bring myself to take the pads off yet. Think you'd sit with me a while?
Out gathering dewthorn before the sun clears the treeline and the whole glen smells like something worth bottling. Want to see what I do with it once I get back to the cauldron?