Blues drabble - pre-game 7
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1_million_words Weekend Challenge prompt: "Today I shall behave, as if this is the day I will be remembered" from Doctor Seuss which fit into the whole game 7 thing so well that I had to use it.
Chief blew out of the room after a profanity-laden pep talk. Dunner looked a bit shell-shocked. The kid was freaking out, and who could blame him? This was game seven of the Stanley Cup Final. It would be the biggest game of most of their lives to this point, possibly, for some of them, the biggest game ever. Damage control was clearly in order.
Alex took a spot on the bench next to the kid. He knew he was that young once, but now it seemed like eons ago, instead of less than a decade. He said quietly, just so Vince could hear him, “Today I shall behave, as if this is the day I will be remembered.”
“You come up with that on your own?”
“Nah. I got it from some quote book of Jayne’s.”
“Who said it?”
“Doctor Seuss.”
“Bullshit.”
“It’s true.”
“It doesn’t rhyme.”
“He didn’t go around rhyming all the time.”
“It wouldn’t be that difficult. We don’t want to go to our grave, playing like we did in December-ed.”
“December-ed isn’t a word. ‘Dismembered’ would be better,” piped up Barbashev.
“Jeez, Barbie.”
“No dismembering. Refs will catch that,” stated Gunnarsson.
“The point is that we have to play our game. We do that, we can beat anybody. Anybody. In any situation.”
“Isn’t that what Chief just said?” Dunn asked.
Alex nodded. “His was a bit more colorful.”
“Doctor Seuss could have said something like, ‘Gotta act manly to bring home Stanley.’”
“If that works for you, go with it.”
“It kinda does. Thanks, Cap.”
Alex ruffled Vince’s hair and then went back to his own stall. One more game and they could go home as heroes or be just another near-miss in the record books. The thought made him nervous, so Alex took a deep breath and remembered this was just hockey, something he’d done almost his entire life.
It was time to act manly and bring home Stanley.
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Chief blew out of the room after a profanity-laden pep talk. Dunner looked a bit shell-shocked. The kid was freaking out, and who could blame him? This was game seven of the Stanley Cup Final. It would be the biggest game of most of their lives to this point, possibly, for some of them, the biggest game ever. Damage control was clearly in order.
Alex took a spot on the bench next to the kid. He knew he was that young once, but now it seemed like eons ago, instead of less than a decade. He said quietly, just so Vince could hear him, “Today I shall behave, as if this is the day I will be remembered.”
“You come up with that on your own?”
“Nah. I got it from some quote book of Jayne’s.”
“Who said it?”
“Doctor Seuss.”
“Bullshit.”
“It’s true.”
“It doesn’t rhyme.”
“He didn’t go around rhyming all the time.”
“It wouldn’t be that difficult. We don’t want to go to our grave, playing like we did in December-ed.”
“December-ed isn’t a word. ‘Dismembered’ would be better,” piped up Barbashev.
“Jeez, Barbie.”
“No dismembering. Refs will catch that,” stated Gunnarsson.
“The point is that we have to play our game. We do that, we can beat anybody. Anybody. In any situation.”
“Isn’t that what Chief just said?” Dunn asked.
Alex nodded. “His was a bit more colorful.”
“Doctor Seuss could have said something like, ‘Gotta act manly to bring home Stanley.’”
“If that works for you, go with it.”
“It kinda does. Thanks, Cap.”
Alex ruffled Vince’s hair and then went back to his own stall. One more game and they could go home as heroes or be just another near-miss in the record books. The thought made him nervous, so Alex took a deep breath and remembered this was just hockey, something he’d done almost his entire life.
It was time to act manly and bring home Stanley.