Page 9 of The Game
I’ve always known hockey players are massive, but seeing them up close makes me feel petite.
“I’ve just never had an interest in them. I keep up with my friends and family by text and calls, but I’m willing to set up some profiles if you think it could help my professional image,” Caleb tells me, and I beam.
This is perfect.
I’m happy he’s open to ideas and creating profiles.
We discuss my suggestions and agree to start with Instagram and work our way from there.
I will manage his account at the beginning to get it up and running, and we will focus on the hockey aspect rather than his social life.
When everything is set, Caleb will have access to post whatever he wants, but he told me he’d like to observe first before jumping right into the world of social media.
We wrap up our meeting, and I make my way back to the PR department.
I sit down at my desk and start writing the notes and strategy for Caleb right away, while it’s fresh in my mind.
I took notes in my notebook, but I also like to have everything on my computer. It helps with organizing everything.
Time ticks by, and before I know it, it’s time for my next meeting, this one with Noah Hughes.
When I get to the lounge, several players are hanging around.
“Well, hello there, and who do we have here?”
No other than Noah stands up from the couch, wearing a smirk and the confidence of a man who can get anything he wants.
I hold out my hand and smile right back at him.
“That would be Sarah Parker for you. Working in PR and ready for our meeting.” Noah loses some of his confidence, cursing under his breath, whilst the other players shake their heads and throw some digs at their teammate.
“Of course you would hit on the new girl.”
“Must suck actually to have to behave around a lady.”
“Keep it in your pants, Hughes.”
I chuckle, grateful for the team’s playful atmosphere.
“You go fuck yourselves. I have a meeting with the beautiful Sarah.” The other players snicker at him and walk away.
He motions for me to follow him deeper into the lounge for some privacy.
“Sorry about that, I didn’t realize you were Sarah. I promise to behave if you want that.” He winks at me, making us both chuckle again.
He really is a charmer.
We sit down, and I pull out my notebook before we go over some general questions about his social media presence and what he wants to achieve going forward.
“Well, I prefer to keep it hockey-related, as a lot of my personal life is already being plastered all across the media. If we’re able to continue with that, I’d appreciate it.”
His honesty is refreshing, and I’m glad he told me straight away.
That will make this job much easier.
I tell him that posting some from his personal life could also be a way for him to gain control of the narrative, but that he’s in charge, and whatever he decides will go.
Sometimes, when athletes post more about their social lives, it takes away some of the power from gossip sites.
