RYDER

Practice goes terribly.

Everyone's looking at me like I've suddenly grown two heads or something. The silence in the rink has never been louder and I have to admit that I do feel shitty about all this.

I've disappointed them after a period of experiencing so many highs that I forgot what lows were like.

"Could be better," Coach comments from the other side of the rink. "Could be way better, Drexel. You're forgetting what day it is today?"

The truth is that I almost did. I almost want ...