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Today we have a snippet from a new MM May-December hockey romance book, Lost in Indigo. In this excerpt, we have a small bit from the prologue of the book that sets up how Mathieu Beresford, captain of the Buffalo Surge, suffers a possible career ending injury.
Our word prompt today is “Crush”.
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“And the puck squibs free and goes behind the net. Beresford is on it like a dog on a pork chop.”
“I think that dog comparison is a good one, Drew. You can see how hungry the Surge captain is.”
“Beresford has some trouble corralling that puck. Looks like it’s on edge. And Heckerman is coming in hard. Got to love seeing two big defensemen on a collision course!”
“Yes, you sure do, Drew. Keep in mind that Beresford is probably looking at one of his last chances to win it all so he’s going to be one ravenous canine. The man is thirty-eight years old although he plays with the passion of a man half his age. He said once in an interview that I did with him back at the beginning of his long and illustrious career – Ouch! Holy blindsided! Heckerman came up behind Beresford and knocked the stuffing out of him!”
“I’m not sure if that wasn’t an illegal hit but there was no call on the ice and Heckerman takes the puck down to the – Oh boy, Andy, Beresford is having trouble getting up.”
“I see that. He seems to be in a lot of pain. That’s not good news for the Surge and their coach, Wally Tombs.”
“Let’s pull up the replay to see if that was a missed call. Looked to me like Heckerman’s skates may have left the ice but – wow, Beresford just tried to stand and went right back down. Come on, Mat, get up. This isn’t good, Andy.”
“No, no it isn’t. And now we have the whistle after that soft shot on the Surge goalie.”
“Oh, my God, you hate to see this. He did try to get up but collapsed back to the ice. That’s grit right there, Andy. That’s why he’s been such a force in the league. What mettle. You don’t teach that. This is why hockey is a man’s game. You get hurt you get up and continue your shift. Backbone. Look the word up you young players.”
“Okay, we have the replay here. We’ll give this a look as the Surge physician now begins to attend to Beresford.”
“Ah, okay, Heckerman’s skates didn’t leave the ice. It appears to me that Beresford may have lost an edge right before the moment of contact. What do you think, Andy?”
“I think you’re right. And then the contact with the boards. Oh. Oh, that is not good. Did you see the way that leg bent, Drew? Now we’ll have to hope and pray that whatever damage was done to the left leg is something that will heal quickly. Maybe a day or two of rest. This Surge team is going to be crippled without their captain on the ice.”
“Did you see Heckerman go over a second ago to check on Beresford? Looks like they’re calling for the stretcher. Oh dear. That’s not good. The Surge are going to be crushed to lose this man who has lead them to the finals. Pluck and determination, that’s always been how I’ve described Mathieu Beresford. Let’s look at the replay again...”
I’d watched that replay a hundred times over the past two weeks. I knew the words the play-by-play and color man said by heart. The pain in my leg was equal to the pain in my heart. Greedy pain it was. Greedy, envious, shallow pain. I was a bitter man. Sick to the core of my being over losing a chance to raise the Cup over my head, bring it home, and participate in the long-awaited victory parade. I’d missed it all. Twenty years in the league working for that moment and I’d missed it.
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