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A Golfer's Dream Book Two - Chapter One - A Fresh Start With
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A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer        
Written by TheCaddy

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Chapter One - A Fresh Start, with Icing

The first day of school was very much a huge re-union.  All of
Dave's school friends had heard about his adventure in B.C. and
wanted all the details directly from the source.  When Dave
finally arrived home after his first day at school, he was
exhausted.  He decided to lay down for a short nap before his
first physiotherapy session that evening.

Physio, the insider's term for physiotherapy, went well that
evening and Dave quickly realized that Randy Manning really knew
his stuff.  Randy was a former trainer for one of the
professional Canadian Football League teams and seemed to know
everything there was about sports injuries and how to regain
flexibility and strength.  Randy told Dave he couldn't start any
strength training for two more weeks and couldn't engage in any
major physical activity for at least four weeks.  One of Randy's
first procedures was to take all of Dave's measurements.  Dave
knew he had grown over the summer because his shorts seemed to be
getting shorter and shorter; but he hadn't worn long pants since
the spring so he was shocked when he found out he had grown four
more inches since the previous May.  Dave was now six foot three
inches and one hundred and ninety-five pounds.

Dave also did a quick calendar calculation in his head and
realized training camp for the midget AAA team started in just
over two weeks then ran for two weeks leading up to tryouts.  He
would only be able to get one or two practices in before tryouts.
 He asked Randy about it and Randy said he would know better in
three weeks but absolutely no training camp before then.

Edwardton has four levels of midget hockey for boys fifteen,
sixteen, or seventeen years old.  The top level team is the major
midget team which is chosen from the best players from all across
the island.  There are currently two major midget teams
representing the whole island; those teams play outside the
island.  The next level down is the AAA level.  It is a very
competitive intra-island league with eight teams which play a
seasonal schedule, then a play-off series to determine the
championship.  The five larger urban towns and cities each have a
team, while three rural areas have zone teams representing east,
west, and central QAI.

The next level is AA and almost all communities have a
representative in this league; league size varies from year to
year but is usually eighteen teams who play a rotation schedule
of about thirty games each season.  The final level is the A
level which is the house league level; these teams provide the
basics for new and casual players.  These teams also play a
regular season schedule in either the east or west division with
the top three teams in each division advancing to a weekend
tournament style playoff.  Most communities have one or more
teams in this level and there are usually between twenty and
thirty teams in total.

Dave had played on the AA team last year as a first year player.
He had almost made the AAA team but was a late cut.  This year he
had hoped to play on the top level major midget team but now,
because he had missed most of the tryouts which started in
August, he hoped he would at least make the AAA team.

When Julie picked Dave up, he was very quiet.  She finally asked,
"What's wrong, Dave?"

Dave looked at her sadly, "My therapist said I can't do any major
physical activity for at least three weeks.  I'll probably miss
most of the AAA training camp which means I will go into tryouts
significantly out of shape and rusty.  John has already survived
the first two cuts on the major midget team and, from what my
other hockey friends in school say, he is playing significantly
better than last year and should make the team easily.  I know,
if I had been healthy back in August when they started tryouts, I
could have made it too.  Now I may have a hard time even making
the AAA team.  I wonder if maybe I should just take the year
off."

Dave slouched in his seat looking totally dejected.  Julie was
confident Dave would make the AAA team and his idea of taking off
a year was just an expression of depression.  He was one of the
last cuts from the team the previous year as a first year midget.
 Now he was a second year midget and was significantly bigger and
stronger than a year ago.

To change the subject slightly, Julie finally smiled at Dave and
asked, "Is sex considered a physical activity?  Mom and Dad have
gone out for the evening and Beth is at Cindy's; so, if you're up
for it, I would like to use your assets for practice."

Dave returned the smile; he sat up straight as he thought about
the fun they would have when they got home.

An hour later, Dave lay in his bed resting from his wonderful
spirit-lifting session with Julie.  Her technique was definitely
improving but Dave had, nevertheless, solemnly informed her she
still needed more practice.  Dave then returned the oral favor
and enjoyed licking and sucking Julie to a wonderful orgasm
before they finished their session with some fantastic
rubber-free screwing.  Dave thought he was getting spoiled not
having to use a condom -- but he wasn't about to complain.  It
was, indeed, a form of therapy.

The first week of the other therapy was hard and tiring as Randy
continued to stretch and work Dave's injured muscles.

School was going well and Dave and John became more involved with
the "in-crowd."  Dave was enjoying making new friends.  He had
previously always thought that most kids in this group were
stuck-up snobs; but, as he got to know them, he learned a lot
were just regular teens.  It struck Dave that he had been quick
to assume everyone in that group was the same.  Dave's nemesis,
Susie Gamble, the girl who had teased him about stuttering the
previous year, stayed clear of him initially but, as Dave became
more comfortable in the group, she slowly involved herself in
more and more of his conversations.  By the end of the second
school week, she was positioning herself beside Dave in any group
conversations and was even sitting beside him in the cafeteria at
lunch.  She was very beautiful and well- groomed -- Dave didn't
mind the attention but he fundamentally couldn't get her previous
mean-spirited teasing of him out of his head.

Susie was definitely the leader of the girls' side of the
"in-crowd".  Her family was very rich and she wore the fanciest
and most expensive clothes.  All the other girls seemed to follow
her lead on most subjects.  Dave tried to distance himself from
her because he still didn't trust her.

After his second week of physio, Randy told Dave he needed to
start strength training with Elliot MacEachern.  Elliot was a
former Olympic Gold Medalist in the bobsled who started training
athletes after he retired from that competition.  Elliot was a
hulk of a man with incredible upper body strength and matching
leg strength.  Dave and Elliot set up a schedule to meet every
Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday for four weeks.  After
that, Dave would continue his own training program and would only
meet with Elliot once a week.  Elliot told Dave he would like to
see him gain fifteen additional muscle pounds to fill out his six
foot three inch frame.  Elliot provided Dave with a high carb,
high protein diet.

Elliot started Dave off fairly easy the first week; but, by the
sixth session, Dave was leaving the gym at the university field
house completely exhausted.

Training camp for the midget AAA team was more than half finished
when Randy finally approved Dave to start.  Dave was disappointed
that there were only two final ice times left but vowed to make
the most of them.

School continued to go well -- then Dave started to notice that a
lot of his old friends had stopped waving to him and saying hi
unless Dave specifically initiated it.  Dave was enjoying his new
friends but was struggling with his new- found popularity - was
it real and how long would that last?  He was standing in the
hall talking with several of his new friends when one of his old
friends walked by.  Dave smiled at him and said "Hi."  The old
friend returned the smile and nodded.  Suzie was beside Dave and
she said, "Why do you continue to say hi to those geeks."

Dave just looked at her and directly answered her strange
question, "Because he is a friend.  He may be a geek; but  we're
all geeks in our own way, aren't we?"

Suzie was totally offended by being referred to as a possible
geek, gave Dave a dirty look, and replied, "Please!"  She drew
out the 'eeeeezzzzzz' then walked away in a huff with her
entourage in tow.  Dave just decided to forget the whole episode
and went to class.

The night before Dave's first hockey practice was his sixteenth
birthday.  As was customary, the whole extended family was there.
 Dave told his uncle Alan about not getting any ice time yet and
how he was worried about getting into shape.  Alan asked Dave if
he were interested in practicing with the Junior A team if Alan
could arrange it.  Dave was very excited when Alan explained the
coach, Mike Stevens was an old hockey friend and he would call
him immediately.

The Junior A team is for all players twenty-one years old and
younger.  QAI has two Junior A teams and usually only the best
major midget graduates make this team.  The reason only a few
Island midgets make the team is because the Maritime Junior loop
uses players from all over the Maritimes and even some from
Ontario.  Therefore the Junior A teams on QAI would commonly only
have six to ten players native to QAI on their team rosters.

Dave was bouncing off the walls with excitement when Alan
returned from his phone call and told Dave he was approved to
attend the next six Junior A practices.  Alan gave him the dates
and times.

The first after-school practice for the AAA team was very tiring
and Dave lagged a bit lead-legged behind all the other skaters
during the endurance drills.  One positive thing Dave did notice
was that his shot seemed harder than last year and he seemed to
be more focused and able to see the ice better during the short
scrimmages they had.

Dave was sitting in the dressing room exhausted after practice. 
He had his head leaning against the wall as he sucked in air.  He
thought about the stinky, sweaty dressing room and how there was
no way to describe the rank smell.  His whole body was throbbing
as the blood rushed to every nerve and muscle.  Dave was slowly
regaining his composure when one of the fifteen year old, first
year midgets walked out of the shower bragging about how he had
gotten laid the previous weekend.  Dave listened as the kid told
his story and immediately picked up on some questionable details.
 Dave thought about how, if it were the year before, when he was
as sexually inexperienced as most of his teammates, he would have
been hanging off every word this kid was saying.  Dave now knew
better and just laughed to himself as the other players took in
and believed every real and mythical thing the kid said.

Dave ate a good supper, rested for an hour, then went to the gym
to train with Elliot.

Dave went for his driver's license practical examination the next
day and, happily, he passed.  He immediately thought about going
to visit Jennifer -- but his father said he needed a little more
driving experience before venturing that far.

The day after getting his license, Dave pulled into the school's
student parking lot.  He was filled with the pride of being a new
driver.  His new friends quickly surrounded his car and
congratulated him.  One of his old friends walked over and shook
his hand but, noticing he was receiving a very cold reception
from Suzie, he made a hasty retreat.  As soon as he left, Suzie
said, "That geek is such a loser."

Dave turned to Suzie, "No, Suzie, sorry to be blunt, but you're
the loser.  I'm tired of you shooting down my friends.  I happen
to like Mark - he's a nice guy.  I'm tired of your righteous
bullshit.  Why don't you leave."

Suzie gave Dave a glaring look and spoke as she turned, "Well I
never ...."

Dave cut in before she could finish, "And you're such a cold
bitch, you probably never will."

Dave noticed several of the girls and guys kind of snicker at his
comment but then Suzie said, "Let's leave this stuttering asshole
to play with his car."

Dave was only mildly pissed about the stuttering comment and
replied, "Thank you, your highness, for gracing the peasants with
your presence.  You may now return to your tower."

Suzie turned and glared at Dave before she stormed into the
school.  A lot of his old friends had been around the parking lot
and heard the whole incident.  Several walked over to him and
shook his hand.  Mark walked over and said, "I was waiting for
you to blow her off.  I knew you wouldn't put up with her snobby
bullshit for long.  Good job, dude."

Dave's life quickly fell into a routine of school, hockey, and
working out.  The practice time with the junior team improved his
conditioning and, when the last practice was over, the coach told
Dave he was welcome to come out anytime and practice with them. 
He further asked whether, if he were sometime to be short a
player, could he call on Dave to fill in.  Dave was both shocked
and extraordinarily pleased by the offer and quickly agreed.

As he fell asleep some nights, Dave would think about Jennifer
but he was surprised that he didn't think about her more.  He
realized that he was so busy that he didn't have time to think
about their summer together.  He continued regular therapy
sessions with Julie but that came to an end in mid October when
she found a new boyfriend.

By the third week of October, Dave had made the AAA team and, as
his conditioning and strength increased, so did his on-ice
production.  By the end of October, Dave was by far the most
dominant player on his team; he was scoring two or three goals
every game and setting up several more.  The coach had made him
captain and all the players looked up to him for leadership. 
Dave wondered where this new- found hockey talent came from and
asked his father.  Roger quickly replied, "Dave, you have always
been one of the more talented players on your team; but you were
never driven enough to show it.  I think your new-found
confidence and ability to focus, probably from playing
competitive golf, have allowed your hockey talent to flourish." 
Dave just nodded concurrence.

The major midget team also called Dave up for a game with them;
Dave scored two goals and had an assist with that team as well. 
Dave enjoyed playing with John and the two friends combined to
make a very powerful line - John at centre and Dave on either
wing worked well.  The third forward could be almost anyone as
long as they could follow John and Dave's lead.

Dave finally had a weekend off hockey in November and asked his
father if he could go to Charlestown to visit Jennifer.  Roger,
having seen Dave become a good driver, agreed and Carol gave him
her cell phone in case he needed to call.  Dave called Jennifer
and she asked her parents if he could stay at their house.  Ron
and Heather said he would be very welcome; so, as soon as school
finished on Friday, Dave left for New Dominion.

The two hour drive passed quickly and Dave soon pulled into
Jennifer's driveway.  Jennifer ran out to meet Dave and they
kissed tenderly.  Dave thought he noticed a difference in
Jennifer but didn't say anything; he thought it was mainly due to
the time they had spent apart.  He ate supper with Jennifer,
Heather, and Ron before he and Jennifer went out for the evening.


They drove around Charlestown as Dave brought Jennifer up-to-date
on his hockey.  It had been almost a month since they talked on
the phone so he told her about playing the one game with the
major midget team and John and how he had played really well.  He
explained that the AAA team selected him to be captain and that
he enjoyed being the leader on and off the ice.  Jennifer told
Dave about her friends and what she had been doing all fall. 
Dave noticed Jennifer didn't mention Ann so he asked, "Don't you
hang around with Ann anymore?"

Jennifer looked seriously at Dave, "No, she moved, again.  I
thought you knew.  Her parents decided to try and reconcile one
more time so they moved to Calgary, Alberta.  Do you miss her?"

Dave smiled back, "No, I don't miss her at all -- but I was
curious if you two would remain friends."

Jennifer looked at her hands as she spoke, "We talked a little
before she left and she has called me twice since she moved; but
it hasn't been the same since the summer."

As Dave was driving along he noticed the Dairy Queen where he had
taken Ann and started to pull in when Jennifer looked at him
surprised, "Where are you going?"

Dave replied, "This is where your friends hang out, isn't it? 
Let's go see if anyone is here."

Dave was surprised to see her start to protest then stop and just
say, "Okay, if you want."  He missed the clue and just proceeded
to park the car.

When they walked in, Dave immediately recognized a few of the
Jennifer's friends he met the previous summer.  He was again
surprised when they seemed kind of cold to him.  He had never
considered that Ann would have also influenced them against him
but he quickly realized that he was not very welcome.  He was
sitting beside Jennifer finishing a sundae when an unfamiliar guy
walked in, put his arms around Jennifer, then kissed her cheek. 
Jennifer turned red with embarrassment then introduced him and
Dave, "Alex, this is Dave.  Dave, Alex."

Dave stood and put out his hand to shake with Alex; but Alex
rudely kept his hands on his hips, looked at Dave, laughed, then
said, "So the knight has come to visit his princess.  Or is that
his mistress -- because his princess is in England, isn't she?"

Jennifer immediately stood, "Stop it, Alex.  He is just here to
visit me; don't make a scene."

Dave was immediately pissed off by both the kiss and the mocking
comments; he spoke sternly to Alex, "What's your problem."  Dave
had always been fairly calm and cool in this type of
mean-spirited situation but seeing a stranger kiss his girlfriend
had upset him.  Dave quickly understood there were things going
on which could turn unpleasant; he said to Jennifer, "Let's go;
he seems to have a problem."

Alex walked up very close to Dave; Alex was slightly shorter than
Dave but that didn't seem to bother him as he glared up into
Dave's eyes.   "My problem is you, you arrogant prick.  You seem
to think you can walk into this city and steal our women's
hearts, treat them like shit, and then ride into the sunset."

Dave looked steadily at Alex and spoke in an even tone, "Maybe if
you knew how to treat a lady, you wouldn't have to go home and
whack off every night to pictures on the internet."

Alex tried to give Dave a shove and seemed surprised when Dave
did not budge.  Then Dave pushed him away before Jennifer and
some of her friends jumped between the two angry teens.  Jennifer
said, "Let's go, Dave."

Alex glared at Dave and said, "She just saved your ass."  Dave
just shook his head and walked out of the Dairy Queen backwards,
never taking his eyes off Alex.

When Jennifer got in the car she tore a strip off him, "Why did
you act like that in front of my friends?"

Dave looked at Jennifer puzzled, "What do you mean, me?  He
started it; and what was that bit where he kissed your check?"

Jennifer started to scream at Dave, "What do you want me to say?
That I'm going out with him?  Well, I am.  We started dating a
week ago.  We haven't been intimate yet but I'm sure that will
happen soon."

Dave looked at her, stunned by what she said.  He started to
speak but didn't know what to say; so he just shut his mouth and
stared out the windshield.  He finally came out of his daze and
said, "Did you plan on telling me or was I supposed to just
stupidly wait all fucking winter for you?"

Jennifer glared at Dave, "Take me home, NOW!"

Dave started up the car and drove to Jennifer's house.  The five
minute drive passed quickly and Dave was still pissed when he
arrived.  He followed Jennifer into the house, got his overnight
bag, then headed for the door.  Heather and Ron knew something
was wrong and tried to convince him to stay the night -- but he
was having no part of that.  He thanked them for their concern
and left.

The drive back to the Island seemed to be a lot longer than the
drive over.  Dave thought about everything that happened but
couldn't figure out what caused Jennifer to turn on him.  Was she
mad because he only called her three times since the summer
ended?  She herself had only called him once, so that couldn't be
it.

When Dave finally arrived home, his mom was waiting for him on
the back deck.  He walked around the house and jumped in fright
when his mom surprised him as she asked if he was okay.

He sat down beside her, told her the whole story, then added, "I
don't have a clue what happened.  I had noticed she seemed
different when I first arrived but then we were having such a
good time together right up until we met her friends."

Carol held Dave's hands and spoke softly, "Heather called and
told me you were on the way home.  We had a chance to talk and
she explained that Jennifer has been having some kind of trouble
in school.  Heather and Ron don't know all the details  -- but
the first month Jennifer was home she was very, very unhappy. 
She had gotten better the last couple of weeks but they don't
really know why that was either.  They suspect it all has
something to do with Ann but that's just speculation."

Dave starred at his mother and just shrugged his shoulders, "What
I am I supposed to do?"

Carol replied, "Give her some time; then try talking to her." 
Carol kissed Dave on the cheek then stood and led him into the
house.  She asked, "Do you want some hot chocolate?"

Dave nodded and sat at the breakfast nook watching his mother. 
He was thinking about Jennifer and how much he loved her but he
also realized that remaining true to someone so far away was a
huge challenge.  Maybe breaking up would be for the best.  He and
his mother sipped their hot chocolate; then Dave went to bed.  He
tossed and turned thinking about his last summertime week with
Jennifer at the campground; unpleasant images of Alex being
intimate with Jennifer added to his sleepless turmoil.  He
decided he would call her on Sunday and apologize.  He wasn't
sure if he really was the one to apologize but it would hopefully
start a conversation and maybe calm things down.

Dave slept in the next morning and looked forward to his day off.
 His only plans were to workout later in the afternoon.  The
phone rang just before noon and the coach of the major midget
team asked him if he wanted to play that afternoon on short
notice to replace an injured player.  Dave asked if the coach had
asked his AAA midget coach for approval and, when he heard it was
pre-approved, he said yes.

Dave arrived at the rink an hour and half before game time.  They
were playing the team from Charlestown, where Dave had just
driven to see Jennifer.  The major midget league consisted of two
teams from QAI and four teams from New Dominion.  Dave and John
had some time to talk and Dave told John all about his visit to
see Jennifer.  John didn't know what to tell his friend except to
give Jennifer some time and maybe she would make things clearer.

Dave was really psyched for the game and, after a brisk warm-up,
the whole team was ready to go.  Dave was on the same line with
John again and they seemed to know exactly where each was on the
ice.  They made passes to each other that no one saw coming and
had four good scoring chances in the first two shifts but were
thwarted by superb goaltending each time.  On the third shift,
Dave was skating up the wing when he felt a stick slam
unexpectedly across his leg.  He went down holding his calve in
pain.  As he lay on the ice, a Charlestown player stood over him,
"There's no one here to save your ass now, asshole.  How does my
lumber feel?"

A linesman pulled Alex away from Dave and escorted him to the
penalty box to serve his two-minute slashing penalty.  The team
trainer rushed to Dave, but Dave stood up and waved him off as he
made his way back to the bench.  Luckily, Dave's shin pad had
taken part of the blow but Dave knew there would still be a huge
bruise.  Dave rested for a minute before the coach came over,
"You okay, MacDonald?"  Dave nodded.  "Good; then go make that
idiot pay for his dumb penalty."

The coach called a player off the ice and Dave jumped on.  John
passed Dave the puck and Dave tried to break around the
defenseman.  He was angled into the corner where the opposing
defenseman fought with him for the puck.  Dave pushed the puck
along the boards to John then skated around the defenseman and
looked at the zone setup.  As expected, the Charlestown
penalty-killers were playing an aggressive rotating box.

Dave cycled back to the sideboards and called for John to pass
him the puck.  John dropped it back to him from the corner then
John moved half way towards the net before stopping and waiting
for Dave's next move.  As the opposing defenseman turned from
John and skated toward Dave, Dave quickly passed back to John
then moved through the middle of the box towards the goal.  Dave
watched his left winger move to the high slot to draw the other
opposing defenseman away from the front of the net.  John knew
what Dave was planning and passed the puck right on the tape of
Dave's stick.  Dave continued towards the net as the box tried to
collapse and cover him.  Dave had a tough angle and doubted he
could beat this goalie from here.  He pulled back his stick and
started down with a hard snap shot.  The goalie squared up trying
to cover the whole net.  Dave paused as he reached the bottom of
his shot and suddenly passed the puck across the top of the
goalie crease to his wide open teammate who had swooped in from
his defense position.  The teammate tapped the easy pass into the
wide open net then threw his hands up to celebrate.

The Islanders were leading one to nothing and the players on the
ice celebrated.  As Dave was skating back to the bench, Alex was
getting out of the penalty box.  Dave yelled, "Thanks for the
goal, Asshole."

Alex yelled back, "You're dead, MacDonald!"  Dave just smiled at
him as he continued to his player's bench; Alex clearly had a
very limited range of on-ice insults.

Dave and John sat down for a rest and watched as Alex wreaked
havoc on the ice.  John asked Dave what was going on between him
and Alex; Dave explained that Alex was, coincidentally,
Jennifer's new boyfriend.  Meanwhile, on the ice, Alex was
running and charging at everything that moved.  Both John and
Dave noticed a swing in the momentum of the game as the
Charlestown team started to get scoring chance after scoring
chance while the home-ice Islanders could barely get the puck
over the centre red line.  Luckily Craig, the Islanders goalie
was playing really well and kept the score at one-nothing.  Dave
and John had two more good shifts and created the few
shots-on-goal the Islanders had during the rest of the first
period.

In the dressing room, as the ice was being resurfaced by the
Zamboni, all the players were talking about Alex and how they had
to keep an eye out for him.  Dave and John chatted in the corner
and came up with their own little thoughts on how to look after
Alex.  They drew their right-side defenseman into the
conversation and soon had a solid plan.  The coach gave the usual
pep talk as the players ate sliced-up oranges.  When the ice was
finished, the team streamed out of the dressing room behind
Craig.  Dave immediately noticed Alex smiling and sneering at him
as they skated around the ice warming up.

Dave and John's line started the second period against Alex's
line.  As the two teams lined up for the face-off, Dave took
another slash from Alex - no penalty was called this time.  John
won the draw, and pushed the puck back to his left- side
defenseman.  The defenseman fought his way over the centre ice
line and dumped the puck into the opposing teams end.  John
immediately yelled to the other defenseman to do their planned
switch.  The defenseman moved into the offensive zone and applied
contained pressure to move the puck up the boards on the opposite
side of Dave and Alex.

The Charlestown team liked to move the puck to the winger on the
boards then make a quick outlet pass to the team's centre-man who
would break out ten feet ahead and ten feet beside the winger on
the boards.  If the centre-man became pressured by the opposing
defenseman, he would make a quick, cross-ice pass to the wide
weak-side winger who was also breaking over the blue line.

Dave and John had observed this breakout in the first period and
both were circling at centre ice waiting for Alex to receive the
pass.  The Islanders' coach was yelling blue murder at his
defenseman, apparently caught out of position in the opposing
zone.  Dave was skating just a few feet behind John when they
both spotted the opposing centre receive the puck.  They
hesitated one second to allow the play to develop, then both
skated in a bee line towards Alex.

Alex received the cross ice pass from his centre-man, looked up,
and saw John barreling towards him.  He cut towards the centre of
the ice and smoothly avoided John's anticipated shoulder check;
but, instead of seeing open ice beyond John, as he had expected,
he saw a blur of white racing towards him and closing
unavoidably.  He had all his weight on his right leg from his
pivot to avoid John and knew he could not move in time to avoid
the onrushing player.

Dave had been trailing John and, as John moved slightly towards
the boards to give Alex a small Trojan Horse opening, Dave saw
Alex take the bait and cut to the center.  Dave was in full
flight and was overjoyed when he saw the shocked look on Alex's
face as he turned his upper body at the last second and drove his
shoulder hard into Alex's chest.  Because of Dave's height, the
top of his shoulder pads connected with Alex's chin where his
facemask touched his face.  Dave heard a huge "Uunnnngh!" as they
collided.  Alex went down to the ice hard.  Dave stood over him
and wanted to repeat Alex's earlier taunt, "Jennifer's not here
to save your ass now, Asshole!"  But it was pointless.  Dave
looked down at Alex and saw his eyes were closed -- he was out
cold.

Dave had just turned and taken control of the puck when he heard
the referee's whistle blow.  A trainer for the Charlestown team
ran onto the ice and the whole team surrounded Alex, shocked by
the huge hit.  Dave and John skated over to their bench and
received a hero's welcome as players patted them on the shoulders
congratulating them for nailing the obvious goon for the other
team.  Dave was initially worried by Alex's unconscious body;
but, after a minute, Alex moved his legs and Dave sighed in
relief.  He had wanted to send Alex a message but he didn't want
to kill him.  Dave was surprised that he didn't get a charging
penalty but he assumed the referee allowed the hit to go
unpunished as Alex had taken several similar un-penalized runs at
Islander players in the first period.

Alex was helped off the ice and into the dressing room.  He
didn't return for the rest of the game.  After the huge hit on
Alex, the momentum of the game swung totally back in favour of
the Islanders and they cruised to an easy three-nothing win. 
Charlestown's fantastic goalie was the only reason the score
wasn't ten- nothing.

In the post-game talk, the coach congratulated Dave and John for
their excellent team work and congratulated the whole team for
big win.  After he finished speaking to the team, the coach
walked over to Dave and asked to see him before he left.  The
team hooted and hollered in celebration as they showered and
changed.

Dave was pulling on his socks as he thought about the wonderful
differences between golf and hockey.  Golf was so quiet and
focused; it is based on concentration and consistency.  One of
the most important parts of golf was to keep your emotions under
control.  In hockey, shared emotion is what feeds the team. 
Loud, screaming excitement energizes the team to a new level. 
Dave was zippering his hockey bag as a whiff of air from his
stinky, sweaty gear filled his lungs.  Dave's next thought was
how the fresh air of the golf course was much more appealing then
the aromas that filled the dressing room.

Several teammates patted Dave on the shoulder as he exited the
dressing room and went looking for the coach.  Dave found him
standing in a quiet alleyway, talking to one of his assistants. 
Dave walked up to them and said, "Hi, coach; what can I do for
you?"

The two coaches turned and faced him, "What can you do for us? 
You can come play for us the rest of the season.  That is what
you can do for us.  You played one hell of a game today, son; in
a very short time you and John have become the scoring and
inspirational leaders of this team.  I wish you could have made
the tryouts last August because this team could really use you. 
Will you please consider playing with us for the rest of the
year?"

Dave was shocked and excited.  He really wanted to play with John
-- and playing for the major midget team would be the best.  He
was about to say yes when the coach continued, "I don't want you
to answer right now.  You should go home and talk to your
parents.  You will still have to pay a significant portion of the
$2,000 registration fee -- so you better include them in your
decision."  Players were asked to pay the fees in order to cover
the travel and hotel costs of the numerous out of province games.

Dave thanked the coaches and exited the rink.  He stood beside
his, actually his mother's, car waiting for John.  John soon
walked out and asked Dave what the coaches wanted.  Dave
explained the offer and John jumped with joy at the thoughts of
them being re-united for the season.  John said, "I know your dad
will find the money for registration; so we should be playing
together again, excellent!"

The drive home passed quickly and Dave was still very excited
when he entered the house.  His whole family was waiting and
congratulated him on the game.  Dave had almost forgotten he had
seen them in the stands watching; he smiled and thanked them. 
Roger said, "You set up two beautiful goals and you sure laid out
their goon."

Carol hit Roger on the shoulder, "Roger, he could have hurt that
boy.  We didn't see him play again.  I hope he's not hurt too
bad."

Dave looked at his mother, "I hope the asshole never plays
again."

Carol glared at Dave for his anger and intensity, "That's not
very nice; you don't even know him."

Dave retorted, "Oh, I know him alright.  He's Jennifer's new
boyfriend."

Carol, Roger, and Julie all looked at Dave in surprise.  Beth
would have looked surprised as well but she had gone to phone a
friend.  As his family stared at him, Dave changed the subject,
"Dad, the coach asked me to play with the major midgets for the
rest of the year.  The registration is pretty expensive -- but I
was wondering if I could play?"

Roger shook his head to clear his thoughts; he looked at Dave and
considered the request.  Roger knew the cost because he had
talked to John's father when John made the team.  He wasn't
worried about the money as much as Dave abandoning his old team.
He finally looked Dave in the eyes and said, "Son, it is your
decision -- but I want you to think about it before you decide. 
Consider the effect on your AAA team.  You are their captain and
leader.  You accepted that responsibility and those players look
up to you as well."

Dave lowered his head and, for the first time, really thought
about his AAA team.  They were in first place in their league and
Dave knew it was mostly because of him.  Dave looked up at his
father and replied, "You're right; I better think about it a
little more."

Dave went to his room and thought about his decision.  He jumped
from going to the new team to staying with the old team and back
several times.  After an hour of undecided debate he heard the
phone ring.  His mother called him and he picked up the receiver
and heard John say, "Coming out tonight, dude?"

Dave replied, "Sure, can you pick me up?"

John replied, "I'm on my way."

Dave and John had a great night cruising around town.  Dave had
run into players from both his AAA team and the major team.  Both
sets of players pleaded their case for him to play on their
respective teams.  When John eventually dropped him off, Dave was
happily tired and, even with the tough decision he had to make,
he was the happiest he had been since the end of the summer.  It
was certainly wonderful being wanted and respected.  He fell
asleep still debating which team to play with.

In the morning Dave had made his decision.  In the end he
couldn't abandon his AAA team, so he would finish the year with
them.  He called the coach of the major team and told him his
decision and his reason.  The coach appreciated Dave's dedication
to his AAA team and said it showed how much of a leader he had
become.  He asked Dave if he would continue to play fill-in duty
for the major team.  Dave agreed as along as it didn't conflict
with his AAA games and those coaches approved.

The next call Dave made was the hardest call he had ever made. 
He phoned Jennifer.  Dave did not really know what would happen
on the call or how to go about engaging her; but he knew they had
to reach some decision together.  After a short discussion with
her mother, Heather, Dave heard Jennifer say hello.

Dave said, "Hi, Jennifer I wanted to call and talk about what
happened on Friday."

Jennifer immediately went on the attack, "Did you call to gloat
about putting Alex out of hockey for a month?  You gave him a
grade two concussion."

Dave replied, "I didn't call about that; but, you should know, he
sure didn't seem to mind breaking his stick over my leg."  Dave
heard Jennifer sniff at him then he refocused on what he
originally called for.  He paused for a moment then continued in
a soft tone, "Jennifer, I didn't call about him.  I called
because I'm concerned about you and about us.  I'm sorry about
what happened Friday, Jennifer.  I love you.  What have I done to
make you suddenly hate me?"

Dave heard a long pause on the other end but patiently waited to
hear her reply.  After what seemed like minutes she started to
cry and told Dave the whole story punctuated with tiny sobs, "Oh,
Dave, I don't hate you.  I do love you; but things have changed,
drastically.  When I returned from QAI, all my friends had heard
Ann's twisted side of what happened.  When I tried to convince
them that everything she had said was a lie, they said that you
clouded my judgment again.  Ann convinced all of them that you
are somehow evil.  That is why I didn't want us to go into Dairy
Queen.  I was afraid that some ugly thing would happen.  A month
ago my friends almost disowned me because I wouldn't let them
talk bad about you so I finally had to stop defending you or risk
losing all my friends."

Jennifer started to cry louder, "I love you, Dave -- but you are
so far away and I have to live here.  I need my friends.  I'm
sorry, I was going to tell you about dating Alex -- but I just
didn't know how."

Dave felt a little better as he finally understood what she had
gone through.  He replied, "I love you too and I kind of know how
you feel.  It's hard being away from you, too.  I guess the best
thing to do is break up -- temporarily -- for the winter.  That
will give you, and me, some breathing room and freedom to live
where we find ourselves.  If we are both available next summer,
then maybe we can get back together.  How does that sound?"

Jennifer sniffled and she seemed to regain her composure. "That
sounds good, Dave.  I do love and miss you -- but things are so
complicated right now that I need some time -- time without
feeling guilty about you.  I'm sorry.  I'll talk to you later."

Dave replied, "I will always love you, Jennifer.  You are my best
friend and nothing will ever change that.  Call me anytime; I
want to hear your voice.  Goodbye."

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