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Hat Trick Overtime: Summer Camp by Jeff Adams-1

Hat Trick Overtime: Summer Camp by Jeff Adams

Author’s Note: Hat Trick Overtime: Summer Camp is part of the Hat Trick series which chronicles the relationship between hockey players Simon Roberts and Alex Miller from it's beginning when they were high school seniors. This story falls between Hat Trick 2: Playing the Rebound and Hat Trick 3: Penalty Shot and finds Simon and Alex on summer break before their final year at the University of Michigan.

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“Simon, as many great summer trips as we’ve had, I think this might be the best one yet and it’s only just started,” Alex said right after he let go a contented sigh.

Alex and I went camping every summer. We’d spend at least a week at a campsite, as far into the woods and secluded as possible. Just us, a tent, and basic provisions. It was a blast. For our fourth summer trip, we mixed it up big time and so far I loved it. Neither of us went to summer camp as kids, but this year we decided to spend a month working at camp.

It was the end of the first day, and we were sitting on the steps leading up to our cabin. We were tucked in the woods near Muskegon, Michigan. The cool evening breeze, mixed with the wood smell of the cabins was perfect. It smelled like summer. Adding to the idyllic scene was sitting between Alex’s legs with my head resting against his chest. We looked out across the campground. Other coaches were hanging out in front of their cabins while the campers were in bed since it was past light’s out.

“You’re right,” I said, craning my head up to look at Alex. “Meeting the campers today was great. It’s gonna be awesome coaching for the next month.”

Back in March, we’d been approached by Carson Stilson, a wealthy Michigan alum, to coach at a new hockey camp he was starting. He transformed an abandoned arts camp into a hockey retreat with four half-sized rinks and one regulation one. Stilson invited college players to coach for camp’s inaugural year. It sounded like a great way to spend part of our summer, playing hockey and getting some sun. We jumped at the chance to do it.

While Alex and I had jobs, I was still at the Ann Arbor LGBT community center and Alex was at EdgeTech in Detroit, we managed to negotiate time away to come up here.

I gave a contented sigh as I snuggled in closer to Alex. It was early June, so it wasn’t super hot and there was a nice breeze blowing from the lake across the grounds. It made it very comfortable. The grounds were cool. There central area had six cabins for the campers and coaches arranged around a courtyard. Outside of that there were bathroom facilities and an administration building. There was also a boathouse, which I hadn’t been to yet, down by the lake. The new buildings on the grounds were the rinks. I can’t imagine the investment to build the three buildings that housed the ice facilities. There were basic necessities in terms of locker rooms, but the ice was well kept. I’d played on much worse at private rinks over the years.

“Hey guys,” Leo said, coming towards us from the cabin next door. Recommending Leo as a coach had been easy for us. It was awesome we were going to hang out with him for a month. We hadn’t done that since we’d all gone away to college. “I forgot how much I hated going to sleep when I was a teenager. I thought we’d never get everyone settled down.”

I nodded. “We had slightly better luck. Maybe we just wore our guys out more.”

Leo stepped over me and sat down on the step above Alex so we could easily see each other while we talked.

“How are your guys?” Leo asked.

“We’ve got an interesting assortment of players,” Alex said. “We saw some that are really good, but others who need a lot of work. I like that it’s mixed though. It’ll make the concept of working as a team that much more important so the stronger players support the weaker ones.”

“I think it’ll challenge our coaching, too,” I said. “We’ve only worked with people of like skills before. Advancing players starting at different levels is going to be interesting. I’m glad we’ve got the daily coach’s check-in so we can all learn from each other.”

“I’m paired up with a guy who’s going to coach college hockey,” Leo said. “Kieran graduated a few weeks ago and got a gig as an assistant at Boston. I’m hoping to learn a lot from him.”

Alex kissed the top of my head as I absently ran my hand over his leg. I considered shifting positions, but then decided not too. Everyone knew we were a couple, and there was nothing even PG-13 in what we were doing.

“I was worried about using up our vacation for this,” Alex said, “but I’m already sure it was the right choice.”

“Me, too,” I said. “We’re out in the woods, and for longer than we would’ve been if we were on actual vacation. Plus you got to come along” I held up my fist for Leo and he bumped it.

“It’s good for me, too, since Matt’s working in California for most of the month,” Leo said. “He’ll be back just before we head home.”

The cabin screen door opened slowly and out stepped Dylan, holding a hockey stick in one hand and his skates in the other, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Dylan was sixteen and a good skater, but he needed to work on his aim.

“What’s up, Dylan?” Alex asked. With Leo, Alex and me blocking the stairs, he couldn’t go easily around us.

“Uh,” he paused, obviously trying to decide what to tell us.

“Looks like you’re trying to break curfew,” I said matter-of-factly. “Since I doubt you’re going to the bathroom with skates and a stick.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it without speaking. He stared at us and we stared back, waiting for whatever he was going to say.

“Sorry,” he finally said, sounding deflated. Even his shoulders slumped. “I wanted to get in some more practice time.”

“We’ve got tons of time,” I said, untangling myself from Alex and moving to give Dylan room to sit with us. “Have a seat.” I patted the empty space I created between Alex and me.

“Simon’s right,” Alex continued as Dylan laid his stick and skates on the porch before he sat down. “There’s still plenty of time. Why the push for more practice?”

“I’ve got to get this right. I’ve got to rock this year, or I’m screwed.”

“How so?” Leo asked.

Dylan gave Leo the who-are-you look.

“Dylan, this is Leo, one of our best friends. We played together in high school. He’s coaching cabin three.”

“I need a scholarship. Bad.” Dylan looked intently at us, as if he was sizing us up. “My family’s been through a lot and we don’t have a lot of money. I shouldn’t even be here, but my dad insisted because he knew I wanted to do this. I need to show him it wasn’t wasted and get myself scholarship worthy. I’ll try for academic ones, too, but I need every opportunity I can get.”

“I know what it’s like to need the scholarship,” I said, making sure I kept eye contact with him. “I wouldn’t be at Michigan without it.”

He looked like he regretted sharing his family’s situation. I’d seen it a lot at the community center. No one likes to admit their family’s in trouble. I looked over at Alex and he gave me a slight nod. He already knew I would help Dylan any way I could.

“We get a few hours of free time a day. Any of that time you want to spend at the rink, I’ll help you.”

“We’ll help you,” Alex quickly added.

“I don’t know how I can repay you, but…”

“We’re here to coach,” I said, cutting him off. “You’ve got a goal, so we’ll do everything we can to help you achieve it. We may have to work with some other people in free periods sometimes, too, so you may have company. We’ll send you home as good as we can.”

“I suck at shooting,” he said, matter-of-factly.

Alex laughed a bit. “I wouldn’t say suck, but there are things we can work on for your shooting and passing.” That got a smile from Dylan. “It’s all fixable.”

“Any chance we can start tonight?”

“Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “If we’re going to work after hours, we’ve got to get clearance. We can do that later if it looks like what we’re doing during the day isn’t enough. Remember, sleep’s important, too.”

“Okay,” he said after a moment. “You guys are great. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. “Now go get some sleep. Like we said at the end of the session, tomorrow’s not going to be easy.”

He scrambled up the stairs, grabbed his gear and went inside. A few seconds later he poked his head back out. “‘Night, guys,” he said, smiling, and was gone again before we could reply.

“You’re good,” Alex said, standing up and offering me a hand.

“You were going to help him, too,” I said as I brushed some dirt off my shorts.

“Yeah, but you immediately had him talking to us, not as nervous as before. You’ve got a particular, soothing tone when you go into help mode. It’s amazing.” He headed down the stairs. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom, see you in a bit. ‘Night, Leo.”

“He’s right,” Leo said as he stood up. “You’ve definitely got a knack. It’s just a slight shift in your demeanor that put him at ease. I mean, you’re always nice and helpful, but something more kicked in there. It was cool.”

I felt myself blush. Some of my advisors had mentioned the same thing. They said it was a good skill to have because it made me more approachable. I’m glad I had it, but it was sorta strange having Alex and Leo call it out. Not bad, just strange.

“Thanks, man,” I said.

“I’m gonna get going. Have a good night.”

“All right, man.” We fist bumped as he went down the stairs. “Catch you in the morning.”

I went inside and stripped off my t-shirt and shorts. Once in my boxers, I climbed up to the top bunk.

That was the one weird thing about this trip—we were sleeping close to each other, but not in the same bed. Everyone had bunk beds. So while we’d be near each other, there was no cuddling. It made that moment we had on the stairs all the more important since we liked being close to each other.

This was our second summer of learning how to be separated in some way. Last summer, Alex worked in Detroit a few days a week and I had traveled to a few conferences on my own. It’d be the same this year after we were done coaching here. Just one more sign that real life was getting closer all the time.