Did you not see him in last week’s game? He saved thirty-four of thirty-five shots, so he’s got a zero-point-nine-seven save percentage, and in the third, did you see when he stopped that point-blank one-timer? I thought that was going in the net for sure, and—” I stop when I realize Rhode’s staring at me with an open mouth. “What?” I say. His brows climb toward the chandeliers. “I thought you didn’t like hockey?” “I don’t. I just do my research.” “Uh-huh.”
