Ryan wrangled a spot next to Yorkie near the end of the table and gauged the emotional temperature of the group. It had definitely come up a few degrees. Ryan might have ended up in the NHL by a fluke, but now that he was here, he loved it. He just wanted to play hockey. Maybe he’d never be a superstar, but he was good enough to be on the ice. A whole year of being on the ice with a team that seemed to be held together with stick tape and a prayer, however, did not sound like a fun time. If he could make it any more bearable, he would. He just had to figure out how. No pressure. Just a
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