“Tell me a little about Nashville. I’ve never been past the arena. We did hit one of the honky-tonks one night after a game. That was a good way to shake off the whupping you all gave us.” That had been the season before, and a whupping was a nice term for it. We’d had the game of our lives right after New Year’s. Our chemistry had been on fire and Boston had come in cocky and overconfident. Seth had scored in the first minute of play and it had been downhill for Boston from there. I couldn’t help smirking and teasing him a little. “That was a good game for us. From all the talk Anders did
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