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Post by ianhenderson on Jan 19, 2010 0:37:36 GMT -5
Ian wasn't the type of person to spend a lot of money, unless he benefited. And well this time, he did. To join the public Young Adult hockey league, you needed to pay a player fee of 100 dollars, a jersey fee of another 100, and be at least 20 years of age. They had games every Friday night, and there was a schedule posted on what time your team played and against who at the entrance to The Colosseum. The team Ian was on, where called the Bruisers. Their jerseys where black and blue. Ironic huh?
The game was over and Ian was impressed by the first game of the season. He had 3 goals, two hits, and one small fight with a guy who hit him in the face. He exited the locker room, with his bag. His jersey was not sweaty at all so he could keep wearing it after the game. The Bruisers had beat their Opposer's, 10 to 2. Which is pretty dang good.
For these events it seemed like the only thing making the profit where the Concession stands. Charging 3 bucks for a bottle of water? Jeez.
" Yeah I may not like it but I will pay it, " Ian said to the girl at the cash register behind the counter. She shrugged, " Sorry, Sir." Ian opened the leather wallet and pulled out a 5. He paid and received his bottle before receiving his change. Tucking the two dollars into the pocket of his light faded Levi's, he would then twist the cap on the bottle of Aquafina. It came off with ease.
Heading back down the hall to the arena, you could hear that the next game had started. People where cheering their loved ones on, or cheering their friends on. Ian yawned, covering his mouth. As he entered the Arena he took a look around for somewhere to sit with his large Equipment bag. His stick was attached to the side of it, so he was worried about space.
He spotted a place about halfway up where no one was sitting for about 2 sections. Probably because some drunk either threw up or did something disgusting. He didn't care.
Moving up the stairs slowly he would come to the spot he wanted and lay his equipment bag down onto the seats below him, before sitting down and kicking up his feet. He would bring the bottle up to his mouth and take another swig before putting it down on the seat beside him. Relaxing was something he was good at.
Blue eyes followed the small black puck over the bright white ice. The score was tied at 1 and 1 with 5 minutes left in the 2nd Period. " Pass, " He said to himself, watching the puck holder pass it to a Defender, " Good boy."
This was his Friday night. Beat the crap out of people. Tire himself out. Then sit in the stands, watch one or two more games before heading home to get some sleep. What a Friday night it was huh?
A grunt pushed through as he rested his hand on his abdomen. He would grimace a bit before pulling up the jersey and Under Armour shirt to reveal the large bruise over his Ribs. " Dang. " He said putting down his shirts to continue relaxing.
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