“Also,” I say, hating that I finally have to say these words to my teammates. “I’m never going to play hockey again.” For a long moment, nobody says a word. It’s not like I expected my teammates to be anything but supportive. But it still feels like I’m failing somehow. Like if I’d just played a little differently that last game, taken care of myself a little better, maybe my knee could have made it a few more seasons.
