Broken Glass - A Hockey StoryThere was something special about today. I could just feel it.More Like This
I had no classes that day, so I guess it was a Saturday. Id woken up late, more proof of the day. As I rolled out of bed, my roommate said my phone had been ringing all morning. I glanced at it, before shrugging. Going to the bathroom was more important than getting back to whoever had called.
As I slowly came out of the bathroom, my roommate tossed me my phone, saying the same person called again. My phone beeped in my hand and lit up, saying I had three new voicemails. I looked at the missed calls; they were all from Bobby, one of my best friends.
Hed been calling about tonights hockey game, asking if I was coming and to call him back. Ah, thats right. Theyre in the league finals and Bobby is the teams starting goaltender. Tonight was the last game. Whoever won, won it all. It was pretty much the Stanley Cup of college hockey. Of course hed want to know if I was planning on coming