I should be practicing. Running drills. Working on my endurance. Shooting pucks. But no, instead, I’m watching Golden Girl twirl around in her pink, frilly fucking skirt because I can’t stop. Because as much as I goad her, as much shit as I talk to get a rise out of her, she’s fucking incredible. She glides across the ice with an air of effortlessness that I’m so envious of I’m burning from the inside out.
