>Sebastian
I’m the captain of the Harthford Hogs, one of the top-rated teams in the league. My jersey is sold to fans daily. I get a check every year for my portion of the profits. I see people wearing it every game. I see women wear my jersey all the time.
When I first started seeing my name on merchandise, it was exciting. It felt like I was making it, and my talents were being recognized by more than my parents and coaches. Over the years, it was something I had grown used to.
I was frozen. I’d spent at least half my life on the ice and never got cold. I was always hot, burning for the game I loved my whole life. But I was frozen at what I saw in the stands.
I never expected someone wearing my jersey to be such a jarring sight. I never expected to see Lynlee Scott sitting in t
