I know it sounds petty and stupid but there aren't many things I'll miss about Montreal besides the restaurants and the strip clubs. I've had many beautiful girls plant their asses in my laps and grind down against me in hopes of getting me off. It's the benefit of being a hockey player... not just in Montreal but everywhere. And it's surprising
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In the time between now and what might later be, the silence is piercing with possibilities. Time ticks and tears and toils with tension. I'm a short-timer, as they say. They were wise. Very wise
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C'est pas drôle, les chandails de hockey sont rendus comme les condoms, tu en as des larges, des mediums, des small, des strechs pour plus de confort. Ils manques juste des chandails nervurrés pour donner plus de plaisir aux joueurs lors des contacts dans le coin des bandes.
All my best dreams could never make up for how it feels to relive my worst nightmare, even if just in dream form. A few years ago, I was told I'd never play hockey again and to feel the slightest twinge of pain in my wrist or a pulsating feeling that isn't my blood pumping up into my hand is my biggest fear
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I want to laugh and say there was an amazing lightning storm in Tampa Bay last night and we conquered it but then you would think I was talking about the game and that just ins't the case
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Whenever we're doing well as a team, I can't help but remember the days when we used to celebrate in quiet and not so quiet ways. Just Théo and I disappearing into shadow draped corners and observing the rest of the team from afar cheer each other on with congratulatory pats on the back as his fingernails scratched encouragingly over mine
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