Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10- Enzo 

Half the guys in that room have a kid’s drawing taped up in their stall. Mine’s bare. I keep telling myself that’s the better deal. 

Practice ran long. Sully likes to skate us when there’s days off coming – get the work in before the golf. Breakouts, then a bag skate, blue line to blue line, until guys were folded over their knees sucking wind. 

I felt good. I always feel good. The harder it goes, the better I get, like the work’s the one thing that ever turns the noise down. Last whistle of the bag skate, the boys coasted in to the boards, and I went one more length on my own. Just because I had it. 

“Look at this freak.” 

“Moretti. Sit down. You’re embarrassing us out here.” 

I drank my water. Didn’t say anything.