Page 45 of My Brother's Enemy
Bruge met us in the kitchen. He took the beer, putting it in the fridge and gave the protein drink in my hand a sneer. “I said I’d cook for you. I cook for you. You don’t need that.” He gestured to his stove, which had a plethora of meat. “See. Lots of protein.”
Sunny was grinning. He nabbed a beer and slipped away before I could figure out how to shift the attention to him.
“Uh.” My mind was blank. “Sorry?”
Bruge grunted. “Shoo. I like cooking. My wife is gone. Girls’ trip, so I do all the cooking for the week. Italian and Greek today. The team needs the nutrition and time together. Go watch your nemesis. Give us a cheat sheet on how better to play against him. He’s a slippery eel. Mean. Fast. And slimy. I don’t like him.” He waved for me to leave so I followed suit, grabbing a beer as well. Going to the living room, I saw space in front of one of the couches next to Meester. I sank down and the camera gave a close-up of Dane Connors’s face. Immediately my attitude soured.
“I hate that guy.”
I thought I’d been the one to say it, but it was one of our defensemen. He added, “He’s dirty.”
“He’s not as dirty as his brother. Daniel Connors is a nightmare to play against. He’ll high-stick you every time the ref’s back is turned. Guaranteed. Just start expecting it. Messes with your mind.” That was Ray.
“They hate you.” Sunny was studying me.
“Yeah, man. I’ve never seen a rivalry like what they make it out to be between you and them. What’s the backstory? Anything we should know for when we play them next week?” Jesse asked.
I knew the NHL liked to build up the rivalry between us, as did social media. I’d stopped listening to anything or goingonline the week leading up to a game against either of the Connors brothers so because of that I somewhat forgot how big of a deal it still was to others.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. All of us grew up here, but at different schools. We were high school rivals. As far as I can tell, Daniel just hated me off the bat.”
“Cause you’re better than him.” Meester raised his beer, taking a pull.
“Maybe. No. I’m sure that’s part of it, but it got personal when he dated my sister.”
“What? No way.”
I don’t know who said it, but a bunch of the guys leaned forward at that information.
I went back to glaring at the television. They really did love talking up Dane Connors. “Daniel did. They got in a car accident, his fault from what I was told. She was in the hospital and he ghosted her. The fucker gave her a brain injury and then said he didn’t have time for her anymore.”
“Holy fuck,” Meester commented.
“Dane’s not much better.”
“Well, they hate you. That’s for sure.” Jesse was on his phone and noticing everyone looking his way, he handed his phone over. “Daniel made a post. ‘Stick it to Griffin, little brother. Remind him he’s in our hometown next week. Not his.’ The post has over a thousand likes.”
“Shit.” Sunny shook his head. “That’s next level hate.”
I refocused on the game. “It’s just Daniel being Daniel. Best revenge is beating Boston.” I gestured to the television. “Dane is fast, but he’s got a tell.”
“He’s hard to read.”
“Nah. He’s got a tell. Watch his eyes. When he’s going to shoot, his elbow will jerk, just a tiny bit, in the direction he’s going to shoot or pass.”
“Hard to watch his elbows. If we take our eyes off the puck, he’s already past us.”
“You’ll get a read on him. Promise. He doesn’t like to go to the goal without Engler in the vicinity. Those two are almost conjoined twins. Watch their tapes and focus on them. New York has its own rivalry with Boston so I got good at reading both of them. Engler will always look for Connors before he’ll cross the blue line, but Connors won’t shoot on goal unless Engler is on the other side ready for the rebound.”
For the rest of the night, we watched and everyone made a sound when they started noticing the pattern. Bruge’s spaghetti was delicious, but I needed this time with the team.
I was one of them.
It clicked for me tonight.
Iwasa Gray Wolf.
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