“Y’know,” he says, “if you didn’t take your eyes off the puck, I wouldn’t have been able to steal it from you so easily.” I grind my teeth together. “What?” “You took your eyes off the puck,” he says slower, as if I didn’t hear him the first time. This rookie…this rookie is trying to give me advice? A hiss escapes my lips. “Don’t you know who I am?” “Yeah,” he says. “You’re someone who lost the puck.”
