I’m not going to go back to screaming again now they’ve made me self-conscious about it, but the offer warms me anyway. So Sanden takes matters into his own hands. “Smash him into the boards! Take out his skates!” He turns to me, eyebrows raised. When all I do is stare pointedly at him, he turns his sights on Gabe. “You gonna make me do this alone?” Gabe sighs. “You just want Remy to stand up again so you can check out his ass.” I snort into the drink. Gabe reluctantly stands and yells, “Hit him with the chair!” Sanden shoves him. “Dude, wrong sport. You’re a disgrace to the Crosby name.”
