Page 21 of The Game
The cheers are loud, and as I look around, taking it all in, I’m reminded of how lucky I am to experience this.
I record a short video, and I’ll send it to my dad after the game. He would love this atmosphere, and I can’t wait to share this moment with him.
When the first goal is scored, it’s like the team unlocks another level.
As the game nears the end, the score is 1-4 in favour of Chicago.
We’re approaching the last minute, and the first line heads back out on the ice.
Noah skates around the net, searching for an opening. A few passes go by, but the opposing team manages to steal the puck.
I’m on the edge of my seat, watching the last few seconds.
Just as they make a pass, Benjamin is there and manages to steal the puck before sending it straight to Alexander.
He takes the shot and scores just before the buzzer signals the end of the game.
The arena erupts again.
Nothing beats a last-second goal in hockey to keep the crowd on its toes.
Samantha and I jump up and down.
What a first game. At least for me.
The others have been here the whole season, so this is nothing new to them.
The entire team gathers around Alexander, then playfully kneels and praises him, which makes me laugh.
They love and respect their captain and the player he is.
When they’re done with their show, the guys all hug and pat each other on the back before thanking the rival team for the game.
Some perks of working for the team include press badges that give us access anywhere in the arena.
That also means skipping the line to get outside.
We make our way out toward the media section, where the rest of the PR team is.
The players will take a quick shower before heading out to do the media part of their job. I can imagine quite a few of them being very tired, but soon enough, they start rolling out and doing interviews about their game.
I’m recording videos and taking photos I can use for both individual and team profiles.
When Alexander arrives, it’s like every nerve ending is set on fire.
His hair is damp, and he’s wearing black slacks with a dark grey dress shirt. It’s open near the top of his chest, and my mouth nearly waters at the sight of him.
Holy hell.
If I liked him in his hockey gear, his post-game look is even more attractive.
I look down at the phone in my hand, trying to calm myself down.
I need to get a grip.
He’s just a man.
A very sexy and confident man who led his team beautifully.
