Contents ( 78)
- A LITTLE TOO LATE
- SARINA BOWEN
- Tuxbury Publishing LLC
- Contents
- Cheerful Mountain Goats
- Reed
- Less Dancing and More Snow
- Ava
- Middlebury College, Vermont
- Not Exactly Scandalous
- Reed
- Posh Industrial
- Charli
- Eggplant Jokes
- Neil
- Skittish Kitten
- Charli
- Yes, He Definitely Got My Drunk Text
- Mark
- The Sliding Scale of Hotness
- Asher
- Double Screwed
- Mark
- The Da Vinci of Underwear
- Asher
- Captain Filthy Mind
- Mark
- Stick With The Usual Favorites
- Abbi
- People Get Restless
- Weston
- Are We Really Doing This?
- Abbi
- Anyone Get it on Video?
- September
- ANTON
- Like the Caribbean Sea
- SYLVIE
- Big No No
- ANTON
- An Ocean of Mercy
- SYLVIE
- The Right Kind of Screw
- SYLVIE
- Polish and Brighten
- ANTON
- Sniper Speed
- SYLVIE
- Such a Grind
- ANTON
- The Tavern on Hicks
- SYLVIE
- Part Mermaid
- Never forget a woman
- I just jinxed us
- Some saves are guesswork
- You could do this professionally
- Tuxbury Vermont
- The Twist
- Boston, Massachusetts
- A little safety pin
- Nowhere to hide
- Ice Ice Baby
- Chastity
- The Whole Catholic Thing
- Chastity
- Zambonis
- Dylan
- Hockey stop
- Chastity
- The Tavern Again
- Alec
- The Shots you never take
- May
- Gretsky was right
- Alec
- Marry Me
- May
Everyone cheers.
Huh. I guess millionaires like a free smoothie as much as the rest of us normal people.
“Number two: all employees will carry a Kattenberger 5000 phone, provided by our organization.”
Now the women hoot, because we’ve heard about the Katt phone, and we want one.
“And this is my favorite new benefit—every hour you spend on charity work for the Brooklyn Sports Foundation will be compensated at twenty-five dollars per hour. And we’re going to do some great things this year. Georgia and I have some big ideas, and we’re going to share them with you.”
The blond publicist stands up. “That’s right, guys! We’ve done a lot for Brooklyn charities over the past few years. This year we’ve got a new one. Hang on. Let me just…” She points a clicker at the projector, but nothing happens.
“Let’s guess what it is!” one of the men calls. “Save the whales!”
“Can we sponsor a dog rescue?” Anton calls out. “I love puppies.”
“That’s because you are one,” Rebecca says, and his teammates hoot and laugh.
The screen finally lights up. It reads: Hockey is for Everyone. “Each year we participate in this promotion,” Georgia says. “But now we’re going to take it further.” She clicks the remote, and the words fade out and back in again, until it reads: Sports are for Everyone. Bring it, Brooklyn!
“When we say ‘Hockey is for everyone,’ it’s wishful thinking,” Georgia continues. “Of course, we welcome all kinds of fans. That will never change. But think of all the boys and girls in Brooklyn who will never get a chance to skate. There are very few skating rinks in New York City. And we can’t give up enough of our ice time to make a real dent. But there are more than fifteen swimming pools in Brooklyn, and yet most of New York’s children never get swimming lessons. There are unused basketball courts and soccer fields, too.”
Rebecca chimes in. “‘Sports are for everyone’ probably seems obvious to all the fitness freaks here today. Which is basically everyone but me.”
“We love you anyway!” someone calls out.
“Oh, I know you do!” she says with a smile. “But seriously—the kids of New York don’t have enough opportunities to move their bodies. And guess what? Their health will suffer as a result.
“The men and women of Brooklyn hockey have a special power as role models. You can show boys and girls in your community another way to be in the world. How it feels to be part of a team. How your body feels different after a hard practice. How your muscles learn to do things that seemed impossible just a few weeks before.”
She clicks the presentation forward. “This year, I want everyone in this room to think of himself or herself as an ambassador for sport. Georgia and I have created several new programs to help us accomplish this goal. And I think every one of you can make a unique contribution. There are signup sheets on the wall.”