I was stuck sitting at the stands, having to listen to coach Phillips all day screaming at the players, I guess that was to keep them focussed.
"You need to be prepared always, things can get rough at any time," Phillips explained to the team. I rolled my eyes looked away from them, gosh! I was also forced to listen to their talk because of the seat Aamon had made me sit in, he told me to not move even a step or else he will murder me.
"Blackwood!" I looked up when I heard Phillips scream out Aamon's name. "You're doing great."
I felt my eyes turn on their own to the rink, Aamon was on the ice, his stick handling the puck with ease. I couldn't help but feel get lost watching him play with pride.
His movements were fluid and graceful, his muscles rippled beneath his jersey as he skated
