Nigel opens his mouth to call after him, and the ref points a stern finger at him. “Keep your goddamn mouth shut if you don’t want to reacquaint yourself with the penalty box.” He turns to me. “Put your dog on a leash, Sanhover.” I shoot an accusing look at Nigel who smiles at me around his mouthguard as we skate back to the bench. “That guy has it out for me.” “Gee, I wonder why that might be?”
