Status Updates From Grumpfest (Puck & Play #1)

A favorite line: Each powerful stride screamed screw-you-and-the-zamboni-you-rode-in-on.

Arctic breath slapped my face as I pushed through the doors of the Citrus Center, the cold seizing my lungs like a fist. It was early—way too early for most of the guys—but that’s exactly how I liked it.
Silence. Solitude. Salvation.
My haven before the world woke up and started demanding shit from me. Outside, Florida’s humidity could choke a gator, but in here? Ice sliced through every pore like a benediction...

Keeping with the hockey trope

He is starting to get on my nerves.