![]() ![]() Hanging from the rafters are two banners that say James and James II above the now-retired numbers 7 and 13. ![]() But with banners bearing my name hanging from the rafters, I feel like I’m suffocating under them. Force a little uptick at the corners of my mouth. Still, the way Delilah smiles, holding Jade’s hands and skating backward as she guides her across the ice, it’s almost enough to make me smile, too. Her life is even more hockey-centric than mine, and in the few hours I’ve known Jade, she’s made it perfectly clear that she knows next to nothing about the sport. Don’t ask me how Delilah ended up with a non-athlete. I sit on top of the boards at home bench, taping the blade of my stick and listening to the scrape of ice as my sister teaches her new girlfriend, Jade, how to skate. To prove myself worthy of my own name.Īt least I have Delilah here to make the whole situation tolerable. I have zero desire or motivation to play hockey or do anything other than acquaint myself with my new mattress, but I also have this all-consuming need to be on the ice. ![]() So, being both depressed and anxious at the same time is absolutely wild. ![]()
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