I can’t believe Will is out here single-handedly dismantling every dudebro hockey stereotype. Baking, book clubs, Irish line dancing…What’s next, a knitting circle? Paint n’ sip night?!
And Mack who used to be this ultra-competitive, hockey-pilled, trust-no-one, leave-it-all-behind guy is so completely enamoured and endeared by him that he’s basically been domesticated into a lap dog?
The dick(trick)matization of Macklin Celebrini continues.









