Finding out those closest to me dont see me as the great guy I think I am not only kicks me in the gut, it makes me question everything. Until that happened, I didnt think I had many regrets in my life. Now, I have nothing but regrets. And when my NHL team is bought out, and the new owner makes his presence known, my existential crisis kicks up a notch. Because he might be my biggest regret of all. Parker Duchene. I made his life a living hell in high school, and now hes inserting himself into my career to repay the favor. With everything in my personal life already on the line, I cant risk hockey too. I need to figure out a way to play nice with the new owner.
Parker
I bought Colorados NHL team to honor my late father. I did. Only reason. Emotionally playing with one of my many high school tormentors is a nice bonus though. Connor Kikishkin may be the one who made me the target for years of name-calling, but Ive always wondered if my hatred for him bordered too much on the obsessive side to truly be classified as hate. Infatuation is probably the right word for it. Now his whole life is in my hands, and I cant wait to see him beg for my mercy. Seeing Mr. Popular find his humility will definitely ease the grief from losing my dad right? Because right now, thats all I have, and I need to hold on to it so I dont crumble.
