>Sebastian
“Mr. Seguin, you put up one point tonight alongside Kingsley’s two. You had the same number of shots on goal. Should we expect to see a similar performance this season?”
Seguin continued his endearing smile. “Oh, Ice King better watch out. I’m coming for him. Those numbers will be closer than you think.”
“Mr. Kingsley, any comment?”
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. The press grew more annoying every season. No one tells you just how jaded the incessant, repetitive questions make you. “I welcome the competition. No one else has a chance if we’re chasing each other to put points up each time we hit the ice.”
Seguin clapped me on the shoulder. He was too good at this press stuff. They ate him up, too. I was ready to get away from the damn cameras. With the excitemen
