The Draft is slowly inching closer. I really cannot hold in my excitement. My confidence has completely flipped in the past two months, I know that I will be drafter and I know that I will be the best.
Every time I make a comment about playing in the NHL, my dad tells me that I will never be as good as him.
Most people think It would be cool having the "ever so amazing" Patrick Roy as your Dad. Think again, It is not. He is always acting like It's a competition, like he has to be better then his nineteen year old son...
That's not impotent though. What I was happy to find out is that there are tons of NHL teams looking at me!
Right not it seems as If I will be signing with The Canadians,Hurricanes or Capitals. There are more teams interested but none that I would want to play for. I need to be on a winning team.
Yesterday, I was lying down in the freezing cold snow when I got a call; Jim Rutherford, hurricanes GM, called me in to do an "open ice" practice with him.
We started our drills and there were a couple of goalies I did not know on the other side, But I was with a guy named Mitchell Schneider. He was telling me how he was going to be the best the NHL has ever seen and how I would never make it.
When it was my turn in net and I got scored on he would fall on his pads and start to laugh. I calmly told him that I would prefer it if he stopped. It was no use as he continued.
We were doing some breakout drills later in practice. Mr. Schneider thought It would be so funny to throw his stick behind me, watching me trip and fall, banging my head against the cross bar.
I quickly got up and went to fight him. While charging at him, I tripped on the lace of my pad, face planting on to the ice.
Well who needs to play in Carolina, anyways?