Re: Success is a matter of hanging on after others have let go…My journey to the NHL
Word from the big team is that Atlanta has signed Martin Lapointe and Martin Gelinas
We all head out after the game to celebrate our first win together. I still don’t really know a whole lot of guys on this team, we’ve spent a lot of time together, but mostly practicing and drills. Matt Siddall, who plays on my line, is probably the closest I have to a friend here so far. Goalie Ondrej Pavelec is pretty cool too, but it’s usually Matt that I spend the most time with.
Matt: “You did alright tonight man”
Me: “Yeah, it was great to score that goal. Seemed like a lot of weight lifted from my shoulders. I can’t believe I got called on that penalty that cost us the game, coach looked upset.”
Matt: “He always does. It was just your first game. After what you have been through you should be proud. Just wait until both of us get to
Me: “LOL, Yeah, we’re a package deal,Atlanta needs to call us up, get some decent players for a change!”
Matt: “Soon man, soon.”
We enter the bar and we all find a table together. I head up to the bar with Matt to get the first round of beers. Getting closer to the bar now, some obnoxious guy seems to be making an arse of himself. I get to the bar, he’s back on to me, but there is something strangely familiar about him, I can’t place it. He picks up his drink, leans back his head and starts chugging it. Suddenly he loses his balance and comes back crashing into me. He turns around and the air comes out of my lungs.
Brian Motzinger.
Brian: “Well, well, lhook who whe haf here”
Me: “Brian, what are you doing in
Brian: “I lif here nhow. Whorking fhur an inshurance comp’ny. Wha tha hell you doin’ here?”
Me: “Playing hockey”
Brian: “Rheally? Wow, nhot me. Nobody’ll ghive meh a shot now. Thanks to yhou…”
Me: “Me? Your drunk *** hit us, remember? Probably not, you were too drunk from what I here…I see not much has changed.”
The situation escalates as Brian gets in my face, the stink of alcohol is everywhere.
Brian: “It’s auhl yur fhault mhan, I was jus drivin’ minded mhy own biznessh, then suddly you were right in fhront of meh”
Suddenly Brian’s fist was slamming into my face.
As I was hitting the floor, all I could think was how quick he was for someone so drunk.
I got up looking to get a shot in before the bouncers got to us, when I saw Motzinger on the floor himself, with Matt standing over him, begging him to get up again.
Then we were escorted out of the bar.
Me: “Hey Matt…”
Matt: “Sorry man, I know who that was, when he hit you I just reacted.”
Me: “No problem man, thanks.”
Word from the big team is that Atlanta has signed Martin Lapointe and Martin Gelinas
We all head out after the game to celebrate our first win together. I still don’t really know a whole lot of guys on this team, we’ve spent a lot of time together, but mostly practicing and drills. Matt Siddall, who plays on my line, is probably the closest I have to a friend here so far. Goalie Ondrej Pavelec is pretty cool too, but it’s usually Matt that I spend the most time with.
Matt: “You did alright tonight man”
Me: “Yeah, it was great to score that goal. Seemed like a lot of weight lifted from my shoulders. I can’t believe I got called on that penalty that cost us the game, coach looked upset.”
Matt: “He always does. It was just your first game. After what you have been through you should be proud. Just wait until both of us get to
Me: “LOL, Yeah, we’re a package deal,
Matt: “Soon man, soon.”
We enter the bar and we all find a table together. I head up to the bar with Matt to get the first round of beers. Getting closer to the bar now, some obnoxious guy seems to be making an arse of himself. I get to the bar, he’s back on to me, but there is something strangely familiar about him, I can’t place it. He picks up his drink, leans back his head and starts chugging it. Suddenly he loses his balance and comes back crashing into me. He turns around and the air comes out of my lungs.
Brian Motzinger.
Brian: “Well, well, lhook who whe haf here”
Me: “Brian, what are you doing in
Brian: “I lif here nhow. Whorking fhur an inshurance comp’ny. Wha tha hell you doin’ here?”
Me: “Playing hockey”
Brian: “Rheally? Wow, nhot me. Nobody’ll ghive meh a shot now. Thanks to yhou…”
Me: “Me? Your drunk *** hit us, remember? Probably not, you were too drunk from what I here…I see not much has changed.”
The situation escalates as Brian gets in my face, the stink of alcohol is everywhere.
Brian: “It’s auhl yur fhault mhan, I was jus drivin’ minded mhy own biznessh, then suddly you were right in fhront of meh”
Suddenly Brian’s fist was slamming into my face.
As I was hitting the floor, all I could think was how quick he was for someone so drunk.
I got up looking to get a shot in before the bouncers got to us, when I saw Motzinger on the floor himself, with Matt standing over him, begging him to get up again.
Then we were escorted out of the bar.
Me: “Hey Matt…”
Matt: “Sorry man, I know who that was, when he hit you I just reacted.”
Me: “No problem man, thanks.”
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