options. Simms is next to me, blabbering on and on about my fluke shot. I don’t take my eyes off the back of Kole’s head as I say, “It wasn’t a fluke. It’s all talent.” Simms scoffs. “If you say so. I think it could win play of the year and best blooper. The way you tripped on your own stick and landed on the ice …” “It takes a lot of talent to look that stupid,”
