Mile High

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>ZANDERS</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Chicago hockey isn't complete without me - everyone's favourite player to hate. I know my role and I play it well. In fact I thoroughly enjoy spending the majority of my game time in the penalty box before leaving the arena with a new girl on my arm each night.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What I don't like is the new flight attendant on our team's private plane. She works for me not the other way around. But I'll be sure to remind her of that and I can guarantee by the end of the season she'll be begging to quit her job.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But every road trip blurs the lines and I can't quite figure out if I keep pushing that flight attendant call button in order to push her buttons or if it's more than that.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>STEVIE</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've been a flight attendant for years. I thought I'd seen it all but when my new job lands me onboard working for the most egotistical and self-righteous diva in the NHL I start to second guess everything. Including the promise I made to myself of never hooking up with an athlete again . . . no matter how annoyingly tempting he may be.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Evan Zanders is unfiltered unapologetic and too attractive for his own good. He loves his image but I hate everything about it.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Everything but him.</span></p>