Status: Updated: 11/6/11
The Bucket List
Chapter 11: The breakdown
January 17th 2011
CONSOL Energy Center
3:30pm
“I know you don’t want talk about game Emily, but was terrible one.” Evgeni, my blunt cousin, stated. He was just stick handling around the Bench where I was currently seated while his team had an optional practice. Sidney lurked around the bench too; however he stood almost as far away as possible.
“Just because I let in 2 goals doesn’t mean it was that bad. We still won!” I objected. Evgeni just shook his head.
“Just because you won doesn’t mean you play good game. I know. Ask Sid” Evgeni pointed to Sidney with his stick and he skated away.
“You head was in the clouds last night. You were lucky you went pulled. If I was your coach I would have.” Sidney said, continuing to watch the practice.
“Good thing you are not my coach.” I joked, lightly punching his arm.
“No, it’s not a joke Emily. I know you are confused at this point in your life; heck I was too. I remember when I first joined the team. It was a job, but it was also what I loved. It’s hard to balance the two, but I figured it out. You need to too. But you also need to figure out what ever is going on in your noggin. That shit can’t affect your game if you really want to be good.”
“There is nothing going on in my noggin that isn’t out of the ordinary Sid. I’m just tired I guess.” I said lamely. Sid just rolled his eyes at me and mumbled something.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.” I muttered.
“I’m not your father Emily. But if it comes to this, then here it goes; pull the Seguin and Ovie stick out of your ass and get your shit together. You can’t please everyone. Just please yourself.”
“That was really perverted. I don’t do anal Sid.” I laughed, but stopped when Sid gave me a glare.
“I get that you are a proud Russian, but you don’t have to date one too. Live your life and swim in other ethnicity pools.” Sid said.
* * *
I rode home on the Acela and when back to classes and work as if there was nothing wrong. There wasn’t right? I mean it’s not like my daughter/sister just died, or my grandmother is about to move on as well, or my mother has abandoned me or anything like that.
No, the only thing that was wrong right now was the fact that I can’t have a good cry fest in the girls bathroom without being interrupted by what seemed like thousands of hockey players. If I wanted attention I would have cried in the yoga room with Timmy and Tuukka.
“Maybe you need some time to think about your daughter. It’s obviously the major problem.” Timmy said while walking in. “Spend some time with my kids, it will fill your motherly feeling right now.” Timmy stood by the door, looking at me thought the mirror. Looking in as well, I could see what a wreck I was. Blotchy eyes and a runny nose made me look miserable. My frown deepened when I caught the sympathy of Timmy in his eyes.
“Yeah sounds great.”
Timmy looked apprehensive but all the same, left the room and allowed me to clean up myself.
“Maybe Ava isn’t the problem, maybe it’s the scenery. There was no stick in my ass when I was at Pittsburgh. Move there?” That was the killer part, I decided while washing my face. Every park that I had ever taken Ava to is right around the corner. Heck even Milan made me feel upset knowing I was living with her favorite Bruins’s player.
“I see that look in your eyes. You want to leave.” A voice said behind me. I spun around and saw Tyler now standing by the door. He was in his under armor and man did he look good.
“No, why would you think such a thing? I would never-“
“Don’t go. I told you; you can stay with me. You sister told me that you should-“
“Well she doesn’t dictate my life. She is dead.” I snapped. I took the stretchy yoga material for my jacket and wiped the slight mascara from under my eyes.
“You’re upset and confused.”
“Tell me Tyler, what’s life like for you? Rainbows and unicorns are popping out of your ass? Not everyone is happy in this world. Just let me deal>”
Suddenly, I was being spun around and hauled into someone’s arms. Tyler’s musk wafted through my nose and I began to cry. Honestly, it was a nasty cry; snot and tears soaked the Bruins workout shirt I nuzzled myself into, but Tyler’s strong hands continued to rub soothing circles into my back.
“Emily. Relax, go home and think things through. You deserve a break.”
CONSOL Energy Center
3:30pm
“I know you don’t want talk about game Emily, but was terrible one.” Evgeni, my blunt cousin, stated. He was just stick handling around the Bench where I was currently seated while his team had an optional practice. Sidney lurked around the bench too; however he stood almost as far away as possible.
“Just because I let in 2 goals doesn’t mean it was that bad. We still won!” I objected. Evgeni just shook his head.
“Just because you won doesn’t mean you play good game. I know. Ask Sid” Evgeni pointed to Sidney with his stick and he skated away.
“You head was in the clouds last night. You were lucky you went pulled. If I was your coach I would have.” Sidney said, continuing to watch the practice.
“Good thing you are not my coach.” I joked, lightly punching his arm.
“No, it’s not a joke Emily. I know you are confused at this point in your life; heck I was too. I remember when I first joined the team. It was a job, but it was also what I loved. It’s hard to balance the two, but I figured it out. You need to too. But you also need to figure out what ever is going on in your noggin. That shit can’t affect your game if you really want to be good.”
“There is nothing going on in my noggin that isn’t out of the ordinary Sid. I’m just tired I guess.” I said lamely. Sid just rolled his eyes at me and mumbled something.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.” I muttered.
“I’m not your father Emily. But if it comes to this, then here it goes; pull the Seguin and Ovie stick out of your ass and get your shit together. You can’t please everyone. Just please yourself.”
“That was really perverted. I don’t do anal Sid.” I laughed, but stopped when Sid gave me a glare.
“I get that you are a proud Russian, but you don’t have to date one too. Live your life and swim in other ethnicity pools.” Sid said.
* * *
I rode home on the Acela and when back to classes and work as if there was nothing wrong. There wasn’t right? I mean it’s not like my daughter/sister just died, or my grandmother is about to move on as well, or my mother has abandoned me or anything like that.
No, the only thing that was wrong right now was the fact that I can’t have a good cry fest in the girls bathroom without being interrupted by what seemed like thousands of hockey players. If I wanted attention I would have cried in the yoga room with Timmy and Tuukka.
“Maybe you need some time to think about your daughter. It’s obviously the major problem.” Timmy said while walking in. “Spend some time with my kids, it will fill your motherly feeling right now.” Timmy stood by the door, looking at me thought the mirror. Looking in as well, I could see what a wreck I was. Blotchy eyes and a runny nose made me look miserable. My frown deepened when I caught the sympathy of Timmy in his eyes.
“Yeah sounds great.”
Timmy looked apprehensive but all the same, left the room and allowed me to clean up myself.
“Maybe Ava isn’t the problem, maybe it’s the scenery. There was no stick in my ass when I was at Pittsburgh. Move there?” That was the killer part, I decided while washing my face. Every park that I had ever taken Ava to is right around the corner. Heck even Milan made me feel upset knowing I was living with her favorite Bruins’s player.
“I see that look in your eyes. You want to leave.” A voice said behind me. I spun around and saw Tyler now standing by the door. He was in his under armor and man did he look good.
“No, why would you think such a thing? I would never-“
“Don’t go. I told you; you can stay with me. You sister told me that you should-“
“Well she doesn’t dictate my life. She is dead.” I snapped. I took the stretchy yoga material for my jacket and wiped the slight mascara from under my eyes.
“You’re upset and confused.”
“Tell me Tyler, what’s life like for you? Rainbows and unicorns are popping out of your ass? Not everyone is happy in this world. Just let me deal>”
Suddenly, I was being spun around and hauled into someone’s arms. Tyler’s musk wafted through my nose and I began to cry. Honestly, it was a nasty cry; snot and tears soaked the Bruins workout shirt I nuzzled myself into, but Tyler’s strong hands continued to rub soothing circles into my back.
“Emily. Relax, go home and think things through. You deserve a break.”
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Sorry Its been so long!