“Are you bringing Ollie to the family skate welcome party?” Posey asks as he sits next to me on the bench, water bottle in hand. “We’re in the middle of drills, and that’s what you’re asking me?” I pick up a water bottle and squirt some water in my mouth. “What am I going to say? That I can feel the bologna sandwich I ate before stepping on the ice lodged in my stomach, acting like a two-ton brick and slowing me the fuck down?” “Dude, you have a problem. Stop eating those.” “I do have a problem. I got a new pack yesterday, and it was calling me to open it this morning. I have no control.”
