Hockey Boy

Lennox Kennedy is beautiful, loud, and the love of my life.

She’s also my ex-girlfriend.

The first time I saw her after ten years apart, I slammed into the plexiglass minutes before our game was set to begin. The second time I threw up. The third time’s a charm, apparently: as my fiancée and I walked into an appointment to meet the woman hired to plan our nuptials — there she was again.

Obviously, I did what any smart man would do — I called off the wedding.

I don’t have a plan per se, other than winning back the only girl I’ve ever loved.

As a future Hall of Famer and one of the best centers hockey has ever seen, I know a thing or two about winning. Convincing Lennox Kennedy to give this hockey boy another chance might just be the challenge of a lifetime, and this game I’m playing may turn out to be nothing but a pucking disaster.