I played one hell of a game tonight. God, it feels good to sink a goal right through the five-hole, take the goalie off guard and watch that signal light up when the puck hits the net. My teammates pound me on the shoulder as we all walk back to the locker room afterward, and I wonder why the fuck I'm not feeling more excited.

We haven't lost a game yet, which I know isn't saying much because it's barely November, but I should be on a huge high after scoring and maintaining our ...