PART III
The practice ice was cool as the three of them casually walked onto its slick surface. There was nothing fancy about this ice, unlike its newer companion in the Frank Barron Pavilion. There were no ads along the boards, there was no logo sitting in the middle of the ice and to be quite honest, there was no soul.
He walked onto the ice first and quickly made a dash to the “away side” of the ice, skating furiously without much care for the other two who have quietly made their way onto the soulless surface. They stood there without much to say, watching him skate along the circumference of the ice. After one full lap, he met them at the center ice dot.
He stood tall above them, 6’4” on skates, and through his clear visor peered at them with a piercing look. This was the first time that this has ever happened in
Sawyer Withers and Priscilla Williams were the “new” guys to the team, and although players have come in after their arrival in
“Get the pucks” He told Withers and then set his eyes upon the beautiful grace of Williams.
“Get the cones.” Echoed throughout the empty practice facility as the sound of ice skates meeting ice cut the through the deafening orders.
He and the rookies setup cones in the “away side” of the ice, but their first challenge was to come full force.
“This is the first of what will be an annual tradition. Being a new GM in this league, there will be a certain level of play that I expect from my rookies. You are allowed to make mistakes, you are allowed to screw-up, but you are not allowed to fail. Today, we’re going to work on some skating, but more importantly, we’re going to work on offense.”
He met eyes with me and motioned towards the bag of pucks. I stumbled my way across the ice, barely able to hold myself up as I clutched the bag and tossed them in his direction.
“You,” He said as he pointed to Withers. “Get a puck, it’s 1-on-1 time.”
Withers took a puck out of the bag and put it down on the ice. He looked up at his GM, who was already in a defensive position waiting for him to make his move. Withers took a deep breath.
“1-on-1 drills against the BHL top defensive defensemen. One rule, you can not shoot from above the face-off dots. Come into the zone, make a move and score at any will.”
He nodded to Withers as Withers took another deep breath. He kicked the puck out with his skates and came into the offensive zone. Ezell waited, watching his rookie go from forehand to backhand. Ezell moved up in the zone and Withers tried to move left, but Ezell shove his stick underneath Sawyer’s and lifted it.
Williams was next as she kicked the puck out to begin to 1-on-1 drill. Ezell moved back as she wound up. Ezell stood there, waiting to block the shot as she faked the slapshot and tried to go around him. He poked the puck away.
“What the fuck? Will you guys play some fucking hockey!?” He screamed as I felt a shiver run down my back.
Withers kicked another puck out and started to skate towards Ezell. Sawyer began to flip the puck between his backhand and forehand and suddenly lost the feel of the puck. He put his head down, looking to align his shot as Ezell barreled over him. His body hit the ice like a bag of meat being tossed up against a wall.
“Keep your fucking head up.”
Williams was next and once again kicked the puck out. She flew towards the big man and made a nifty deke from right to left and made Ezell lay down to try and block the shot. Quickly, she shot the puck in the top left corner as a small red light went off. He got up and brushed the ice from his jersey and nodded in approval.
Good job.
Ezell then had the rookies line up at the other side of the ice and skate between the cones. He stood there with a stopwatch, clocking their times. The only way they get to stop is when they hit their time goal.
“Keep going. Again! Keep going. What the fuck did you two do this offseason?” Repeatedly came out of his mouth as he looked down at the stopwatch after each rookie completed their time trial. They kept on for 45 minutes until both rookies were able to meet their goal.
He looked at them and watched as they carried themselves off of the ice. 2 hours from when they began practice, they were battered, beaten, hit and sore. Withers was driven into the ice twice and Williams had to skate penalty laps for turnovers.
He was hard on them, but with good reason.
They are important to him and they are important to the future of this franchise.





