Alice
Friday has come, and I'm wearing a winter jacket while Winnie and I are waiting for the hockey game to begin.
The stadium is filled with people. Some are hardcore dedicated fans; others are only here because college hockey games are rumored to be violent.
Or, at least, that's what Winnie told me.
She said some players don't give a f**k. They know they won't be recruited by the bigger league and just tackle people to the right and left, sometimes even hard in the plexiglass, without care of getting injured.
It sounds brutal—no wonder all of these men are built.
"Look," Winnie tells me while holding up her binoculars. "Aubrey and Nathan have only gone out on one date. You don't have to feel guilty about having eyes for him. They aren't serious yet."
I grimace and move closer
