The Playing Game

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Two years ago I had the hottest night of my life with a woman who didn't want to tell me her name-and in a tequila-fueled fever dream I agreed. She was funny sexy and after I got past her brittle shell secretly very sweet.</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In the morning she was gone. </strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've looked for her in every city I've played in since. That night ruined me for anyone else but the woman I only know as Jersey Girl never showed up at another game.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Not until I skate onto brand new ice as part of the NHL's latest team. And there she is in the stands at our season opening game. Very carefully not looking at me.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Turns out she has good reasons why she can't date a pro hockey player. But I have even better reasons why she can-like we're meant for each other and I'll do whatever it takes to be the man she needs.</span></p>