Stacy Juba > Quotes

“Coach Reynolds stood before them in the locker room, short and stocky with a bald head and drooping walrus mustache. No matter how much he skated with the team, he never lost his pouch of a stomach.”
― Stacy Juba, Offsides

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― Stacy Juba, Offsides

“Brad glanced from his locker to find the large form of his friend and hockey teammate Trey Arenson looming over him.

Trey, whose two hundred pounds of hard muscle were spread over an imposing six-foot, two-nch frame, looked more like a linebacker than a goalie, but his build made him nothing short of an iron wall in the nets.”
― Stacy Juba, Face-Off

“T.J. and Brad’s 14-year-old brother, Chris skated off the bench. He resembled a slighter version of the team’s starters in his helmet with chin straps fastened to his head, dark blue travel jersey with large white numbers on the back and smaller numbers on the sleeves, gloves, padded hockey pants and blue hockey socks.”
― Stacy Juba, Offsides

“T.J. hurried among Hayden Preparatory Academy’s old and weathered buildings with green ivy clinging to the faded bricks and worn brass plaques mounted above the doors, each bearing the name of the building. Sprawled out over a crisp autumn woodland, Hayden looked more like a traditional New England college than a mere high school.”
― Stacy Juba, Face-Off

“Because T.J. was fussy about his appearance and always spent at least ten minutes perfecting his hair before he went out anywhere, where his friends had nicknamed him G.Q., but while his vanity was a source of amusement to his friends, to his brothers, it was a source of provocation.”
― Stacy Juba, Face-Off

“If Boston College didn’t offer them both a commitment though, T.J. would rather go where they could play together. They had great chemistry as linemates with every rush up the ice.

Brad was fast, strong on the boards, won battles in the corners and possessed solid forechecking skills. He had that magical ability to score and create plays for his teammates, making him the type of winger that coaches sought.

Their friends called it twin telepathy the way they killed penalties together and always knew where the other would be.”
― Stacy Juba, Offsides

“On the bus ride home, Brad and T.J. shared a seat in back. Snow flurries dusted the air outside, flakes wetting the dark window.

He and Brad were fraternal twins. While no one would mistake them for identical, they looked related with their athletic builds and longish blond hair that spilled out the back of their helmets.

T.J. spent more time on his, combing fingers through it when the locks were semi-dry, guiding it to the side and coaxing a tendril across his forehead. Brad just swept his hair off his face and let it flow in tousled waves.”
― Stacy Juba, Offsides

“Shaking his head, Brad switched on the television set and sprawled onto the sofa. What had gotten into his little brother? Chris was a good kid, not the type who went around picking fights.”
― Stacy Juba, Face-Off

“Groaning inwardly, T.J. turned to find the grim face of his father looming over him. Six feet tall with graying chestnut hair and piercing blue eyes, Thomas Jason McKendrick was a commanding figure whose mere presence was enough to make anyone who crossed him shudder.”
― Stacy Juba, Face-Off