Being the captain of a pro hockey team comes with certain responsibilities. When I worked my ass off to become captain, I had no idea those responsibilities would include removing a monkey from a hot tub during a team trip to Thailand, searching for clothes for one of our forwards after he got locked out of a room by a puck bunny, and tonight, hunting down underwear for our newest defenseman.
Don’t ask.
Don’t askAnd now I’ve just completed another task, locating antacid tablets for our goalie’s pregnant wife. There’s never a dull moment.
“How’s it hanging?” Jordie, one of the rookies, asks when I re-enter the private dining room after handing over the antacids to Becca.
“Can’t complain,” I murmur, already scanning the room to locate my next project—the drunk left winger who’s been a to
