I laugh, walking away because nope not even Keller is going to ruin today for me. Today, Rory is coming to the game, and I’m so fucking excited for it. I’ve played in front of so many people—my mother, my father, my grandparents, and even Wayne Gretzky himself—but none of that compares to playing in front of Rory. Sure, I’ve done it before, but it was just that: before. Now, it means something entirely different. She’s going to be in those stands tonight, and she’s going to be there cheering me on.
