What happens when you combine an over-active imagination, a fantasy hockey team, and a lot of late nights?  Wait, wrong questions.  What happens when you combine a franchise struggling to survive with a lot of big names and egos with a fiery tomboy?  I don't know, either, but that's the basic premise to this story.

Characters: The main characters.  Most of the main characters are based on real professional hockey players.  However, this is an alternate reality, where the NHL and other facts as we know them do not exist.  Keep that in mind.

The Team: Who is exactly employing these guys?  And where's their minor league team?

The Stories: (Note: mostly rated R due to language, sexual references, and sexual situations)

Chapter One: Just One of the Guys
    The team gets a little more than they wanted when a new rookie arrives late on the first day of training camp.  (Told thru Mike's eyes)

Chapter TBD: Love, Humbug (Or, the VD Disaster)
    It's about, well, February 14.  Cole and the team have been thru enough things in one season that someone could write a novel on it.  Cole, Mike, and Richard are all having a horrible Valentine's Day, so they decide to go out for an anti-Valentine's Day dinner.  What happens when PJ shows up for the dinner, too?  (Told thru Cole's eyes)

Chapter TBD, but After "Love, Humbug":  Midnight Ponderings (or: PJ talks to himself)
    PJ reflects on the first time he and Cole did anything that wasn't hockey related (or, at least wasn't involving playing hockey) and his feelings for her.  Extremely mushy.  (Props to my friend Kris who came up with a series of quotes that helped this story come out)

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Teeny Weeny Disclaimer: these pages are not associated with anybody except myself.  The works on here are works of fiction, F-I-C-T-I-O-N,  and even though I base the characters on real hockey players, they are still fictional in design and if I did happen to get anything besides their age, heighth, weight, and where they were born right, it was just a lucky guess and coincidential.