In my mind, David Hollander was the placid kind of hockey player who was kind of hard to goad, wasn’t very satisfying to chirp, did not chirp exceptionally well, was good enough to be a Problem for everyone he ever played against, big enough that you might think twice about fighting him, and definitely think about it a lot more the next time if you ever fought him once because he usually left a few of your teeth on the ice when he did start swinging his canned-ham fists.
David Hollander was probably one of the nicest, most frustrating, mildly enraging, creeps-up-on-you-like-an-avalanche kind of players to ever win a hockey scholarship (and use it for a degree in Accounting and Maths).
He knew the game. He could get a good read on you after a few minutes on the ice. He could pick a couple good words to throw you off just enough. He was pretty hard to throw off. He was harder to actually knock down. If you hit him, he’d be guaranteed to hit you harder. He played the same game every single time he hit the ice. He didn’t bamboozle anyone with his tricks, but he didn’t get bamboozled either. He’d see straight through your tricks and shortcut to stepping on your moment. You could not squirrel him up by pulling out fundamentals that most people forget about, because he knew them better than you.
David goddamn Hollander could be “Generic Canada Hockeyman: Exhibit A” any time anyone needed to know the first thing about hockey. Any boy taking his girl to her first hockey game would say, “Just watch number 24, he plays good hockey.” Because David played technical, clean, clear-cut hockey. You always knew what he did when he did it, because it looked like it came straight out of the book.
That’s what Yuna would tell you, if you asked her about her boyfriend’s hockey, and surprisingly also this would be your answer from his coach.
And also every person who played against McGill during his time on the team hockey there, if they knew anything about the finer art of ice hockey at all.
David, if asked about his hockey, would just say that he just loved the game and had fun playing the best he could while getting his degree in Accounting.
This drives Yuna insane. She would not waste her time on a mediocre hockey player.
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