>Sebastian
Waking up stiff on game day wasn’t a good sign. When I returned to the hotel, I texted Seguin to go to the hot tub with me, but he ignored me. I assumed he was still mad at me about the Lynlee stuff, and she hadn’t mentioned anything that happened on the plane. I hadn’t apologized exactly, but I had been cordial to her. I guess I couldn’t expect her to fix things for me.
I paced my room before I finally didn’t feel like I was going to crawl out of my skin, but I slept like s**t. I jacked the temperature up on the shower and got in, needing something to loosen me up. I couldn’t afford to have a bad game or get hurt so early in the season. We’d lost twice out of the three games we played against Dallas last year, so this game was important.
The great thing about a hotel wa
