The sky was dull and gray, threatening more rain. They’d had plenty the night before; the trees in Sy’s yard were still soaked, their bright fall colors muted in the morning mist. It was scarcely ten o’clock, and Mike was on his doorstep, all geared up and ready to go.
Losing Sebby meant losing the game, apparently. Sy could see how, but that didn’t make it any easier to swallow. They’d needed just one goal—they could have got the go-ahead goal, they could’ve broken the tie. They could’ve won it.
Monday came too soon, in Sebby’s most excellent opinion. Saturday night was loss; Sunday was a quiet sort of day at practice, with everyone subdued by the feeling of failure. Brenden tossed him a couple of strange, querying looks, but he said nothing, for which Sebby was grateful.
Cameron MacArthur is a Canadian professional ice hockey player, currently playing for the LA Knights of the International Hockey Association.
Brenden had never been one for melancholy. It simply wasn’t in his nature. That said, the loss on home ice sat heavy with him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling as it wrapped itself around him, tight and tighter.
It had been an exhausting week on the road, so Sy was glad to be back in the Telefira Center, back on home ice, the roars of the crowd rattling him down to his core. There was nothing quite like it. Much as he’d missed hockey, much as just being back on the ice after the broken ankle, followed by the indeterminate summer, road games just weren’t same.