The Hockey Boy

TY June 27 "The Buffalo Sabres have traded the first pick of the 2014 NHL Draft to the Minnesota Wild, and with the first pick of the 2014 NHL Draft, the Minnesota Wild select..." the NHL official stated officially. "Easton West, from the University of Minnesota." "Yes!" my dad screamed as he jumped out of his recliner in our family's living room. "Dad, you do realize that that's the guy I made look like an i***t my freshman year, right?" I said skeptically. "The star hockey player from Andover, right?" Dad asked me. "Yeah, the star hockey player I skated around and scored on three times, and that was just my freshman year," I said as I rolled my eyes. "Ty, he's a really good hockey player. This will be good for the Wild. Maybe they can win the Stanley Cup this year," my dad said hopefully. "The Wild would've been better off drafting me," I muttered as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Come on, Ty, you'd have to be really, really good for the NHL to draft you." "I am really, really good, Dad. Why do you think I play on the guys hockey team instead of the girls?" I argued. "Okay, I'll give you that one," said my father. "Dad, I'm going to get drafted, just you wait. I'm sure I could easily become as good as or even better than that Easton guy. I've already made him look like an i***t more than once." "Okay, Ty, you work towards that goal. Just know that no matter what you end up doing, I'll support you the whole way." "Thanks, Dad," I said with a smile. "I just don't know about this Easton guy. I hear he's a jerk with a really big ego." "Well, from what I hear, he's a good guy and a heck of a hockey player. I mean, he has to be an amazing hockey player if he got drafted after his first year of college. The Wild will want him to start playing with them this winter, I'm sure. What really amazes me is the fact that this kid is only nineteen, turning twenty next month!" exclaimed my dad. "I know, Dad. I know," I pretended to agree, giving up my argument.