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"Despite that terrible lockout, when hockey finally resumed and we was reunited, it turned out to be a pretty good year. I don't think we could have scripted a year better than the one that we had. It was magical. Everything clicked right away, and time flew by enjoying all of the winning that we had. Really there isn't that much to talk about that year. It was just completely monstrous, and winning the Stanley that year was just the icing on top. Yeah, I did win the Conn Smythe, but you won it in 2010 so we was even."

"At that moment, it was so hard not to ruin our secret since I was so happy that all I wanted to be with was you. Your eyes were so filled with passion that I couldn't help but to think that you wanted the same thing. I remember that we snuck into the shower after we was all celebrated out. All I can say was that it was quite steamy, but that was before couple of guys walked in. I swore that we was caught, but you didn't seemed to mind. Your smirk when we had to break away was so cute. It was a very drunk Crawford, and I know that he caught us in there. He was too drunk to even comprehend or remember. I'm surprised though that he didn't blab his drunk loud mouth," I couldn't help but to laugh at that memory. It was a moment that we laughed about every time we was wanting to do something intimate when we were somewhere near the team.

"The off season flew by like always. The next season wasn't a complete let down, but we wasn't the power team that we was the season before. Sure, we finished third and got kicked out by the Kings in the Conference Final, but we all wanted more. By that time we all was addicted with winning that anything less wasn't something that we could or wanted to stomach."

"Then 2015 happened. That whole year was... miserable. I know that we won the Stanley that year, but for me it was a complete roller coaster ride. First off was my shoulder injury and surgery. If it wasn't for you and my mom, I think I would have gone crazy. When you was there, you helped me in any way that you could. You was just doing anything that you need to make sure that I was fine, and I'm glad that you did. I was beyond pissed about the whole situation, as you know."

"Then I came back and we won the Stanley again for the third time in six years. That's legendary. The world started to look up at that point, and we didn't get caught that year so it was even better."

I took a deep breath thinking about that summer. "That summer was awesome, but my drinking continued to get out of hand. It ended up blowing up in my face. That whole experience was one that I wish that I never had to go through. It went from everyone loving me to hating me for something I could never imagine of doing to somebody else. I know that I haven't made too many good choices when I was drunk, but drunk or not I couldn't do what they accused me of. You had always been my rock in our relationship, but not like during that year. You kept my head up and off all the terrible headlines."

"That didn't just help me through everything, but also the unbelievable streak that I had. While you helped me at home and when we were together, the team helped me all the other times. I remembered that we joked about revealing our secret so everyone would believe my claims, but we never did. Neither of us wanted our secret to get out that way, but I didn't it to get out this way either. I just had to get off that plane; I needed to be here."

"That next summer, I remembered when you and my family dropped me off at that rehab. I saw deep in your eyes that you didn't want to do this, but my drinking had gotten out of control for both of us. Once again I was pissed, but you was there writing me letters telling me to man up and that you loved me. I grew even more pissed by them, but now, well now I think that it's funny. You did use some choice words whenever I did complained about me being there. I still have everyone of those letters. Those will always be apart of our story, but it was usually me who told you to man up, like the popsicle challenge for an example."

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