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ME:
You still pining for the good old days, old fella?
PEDRO:
You wait, those days will come up on you quicker than you think.
I know he’s right. It’s part of the reason all sports players have a plan B, and in some cases, a plan C and D, too. We know it won’t last forever.
BRAYDEN:
What do you do with all your free time now?
ME:
Speaking of things to do, you better all be watching the game this Saturday. I sat through that weird as fuck rugby final after all.
CAMDEN:
Don’t dis rugby, kid, or I’ll distract your big bro with more tempting visuals than your moves on the ice.
Gross. I know I was claiming super matchmaker rights after Brent started dating Camden, but no one wants to think of their friend and their brother hooking up.
BRAYDEN:
No need to be nervous, kiddo. It’s not like everything is riding on this one game or anything.
Except it totally is. Every guy in the chat gets how stressful this kind of pressure is. They’re under the same pressure I am. Well,not exactly, some of them play soccer and rugby. The ball is as big as your head, not exactly hard to miss.
ME:
I just want you all to witness true greatness.
BRAYDEN:
Wow, not wanting for much.
CONNOR:
Can’t argue with you on that front. You’ve been killing it out there this season.
Okay, time to get real.
ME:
I aim high. But since you bring it up.
Any tips to help me, you know…not fuck it all up?
BRAYDEN:
In all seriousness, you’ve got this, kid. Keep your head cool, and you’ll smash it.
Do they have to keep on with the kid stuff? Urgh, how do I keep my head cool? I don’t know if I now feel better or worse about this Saturday’s game after texting those guys. My phone chimes, and it’s a message from Brent.
BRENT:
Just relax, little bro. Play your game your way, and everything will be alright.
