It was a cold, November after noon. Waiting for my next class, I checked my twitter out of boredom. Little did I know that what I was about to find would alter the course of my entire life.
The Boston Blades were looking for ice boys. Despite my flabby physique, inability to skate, and overall gracelessness, I knew in an instant that I had found my calling. I looked down at the Tara Watchorn bobble head sitting peacefully on my desk and silently mouthed the words "I'm coming for you". And I was off.
I quickly and ferociously sent an email to the address listed at the bottom of the page, RUSerious@cwhl.