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Connor’s hockey team was made up of senior management level finance dudes. They all had great equipment and that was about it. Connor could only stick handle if he was standing completely still. Ryan could skate forwards, but not backwards; Leon could barely skate at all. Zach was okay in the corners but he couldn’t decide if he wanted to play righty or lefty, and kept changing sticks mid-game and blaming the curve for his puck luck. Darnell wanted to do crossovers every single time he moved in any direction, and he kept tripping himself on his own skates. They were, collectively, the most competitive group of incompetents that Coach Taylor Hall had ever had the misfortune of being paid six figures to coach once a week.  “I fucking hate you guys,” Coach Taylor said, covering his face with both hands. Leon had crashed into Ryan and managed to take Zach down as well, and now they were stuck in a tangle of sticks and elbows. This had happened after the other team had scored.Darnell went over to try to pull Leon up, and accidentally got taken out at the knees by a flailing Zach. Their opponents were already back on their own side, waiting for someone from Connor’s team to join them for the next face off at center. Connor had only just made it over to the rest of his team and needed to catch a breather before skating back to center. He kept getting distracted thinking about how the game might go and forgetting to actually play. “I’m going to help by watching,” Connor stated as he gasped for breath. He knew he wasn’t going that fast on the treadmill but was his cardio really this bad?  “My head,” Ryan yelped as Leon lost his balance and threw an elbow. “I can’t believe we’re fucking losing,” Zach said. He’d extricated himself and was using the extra space to smash his stick against the ice in frustration. “This is why we need to practice between games,” Coach Taylor yelled.