So, maybe that was why Tim remembered exactly how the ice felt under his blades as he swung around behind the net, waiting for the puck. What people didn’t seem to understand was that a hockey team had twenty-two of those guys. Everyone admired the quarterback in football, because a good one, a smart one, could look out over the field, and the chaos of bodies moving with and against each other, and make the right play. People made a lot of assumptions about hockey players, but more often than not, those assumptions were dead wrong. And liked hanging out with the boys and being stupid. He was perfectly aware he came across as a bit of a doofus sometimes, but it was just because he was super laid back. It was as if they thought he couldn’t hear the surprise in their tone, or guess the reason for it.Ĭontrary to popular belief, Tim Robineau was not an idiot. When Tim told the story later, far more often than he cared to, people would comment on how he had such a detailed memory of something that had actually taken a matter of seconds from start to finish. I must thank Stephanie Kay, whose superpower appears to be coming up with far better titles for my books than I ever could. I can’t begin to thank you enough for everything. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.įor my Hearties.
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