Ok I know I made a lot of promises, and I did intend on writing some saucy little number that would get the hockey moms (and Nick) all revved up. But as I started to write it I got the feeling that I was beginning to use my talents for evil instead of good, not to mention Nick being a new father to have Landon Janz call him "Daddy" in a far too detailed short story would have been even weirder. Nevertheless I am a man of my word to some extent and I wanted to provide you guys with at least a "proof of concept". So if you found this I'm sorry, and you're welcome. Without further adieu I present....
“Number 17, 10 minutes and a game for unsportsmanlike conduct!”
The door slammed behind Landon in the dressing room. Sure he didn’t have to say those things after the whistle, but how was he supposed to know the refs mom was Italian? The ref last week was Jewish and he didn’t say anything inappropriate to him, surely that had to be worth something to the league as they will inevitably try to suspend the brawny 100 Mile House defenceman yet again. Landon Janz was no stranger to these types of controversies over his less than illustrious KIJHL career. But he wasn’t getting any younger, and these suspensions might end his time in the K with a whimper instead of a bang, but boy was he wrong.
Landon began to remove his equipment as the first period continued on without him for the umpteenth time. He snapped the velcro and pulled his borderline illegally large shoulder pads off, revealing his bare chest. Just at that moment the door to the hallway swung open.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” said the strange man, “I thought this was the bathroom. I’ve had 13 Old Mills and really need to piss.”
“We’ve all been there, man. You can use our toilet, it’s just there” Landon growled and gestured to the two stalls beside the team showers. He may have been in a bad mood, but this man looked relatively anglo-saxon and who doesn’t like to kick back with 15 or so Old Milwakees at the end of a long wednesday?
“Thanks Buddy,” burped the man, “Hey great job out there, you just secured me 10 points.”
He made his way towards the stall and rudely left the door open behind him as he entered and pulled his pants all the way down, revealing an impossibly white lower half. “The name’s Nick by the way”
“Nice to meet you Nick, I’m Landon, but my friends call me Janzy.” Landon hollered towards the stalls. This man had a way about him, a certain misplaced confidence that could not be faked. Landon was intrigued by his early exit guest, and was looking forward to getting to know him better.