Not gonna lie, it did unholy things to my lady parts to watch Jake Compton on the ice. He was laughing and joking all through the warm-ups, flashing me those hazel ‘fuck me’ eyes. But the moment that warm-up jersey came off, and he skated out under the music and the lights, it’s like he became a different person. He wasn’t my fun-loving Mystery Boy. He was No. 42, Jake Compton, and he was lethal.
