Glove Save (Carolina Comets)

Stevie: Macie’s not handling this well.

Greer: Me either.

Greer: Can’t fucking believe we lost.

Stevie: I mean, the streak had to end at some point, right?

Greer: Yeah, but not like this. Not in a shootout against Arizona.

Stevie: I’m sorry.

Greer: Yeah, me too.

Greer: Is she changing her braces colors?

Stevie: She’s already on the phone.

Stevie: Kidding. She hasn’t moved from her spot on the couch since the horn went off.

Greer: If it makes her feel any better, I’m still sitting in the locker room.

Greer: I’m not ready to leave and face the press.

Stevie: That has to be hard, talking to them after a loss.

Greer: It’s the fucking worst.

Greer: Shit. I have to go. Coach is yelling at me to get on the bus.

Greer: Tell Macie I’m sorry.

Stevie: I will.

Greer: Am I forgiven?

Stevie: After that win tonight? Yes, I believe so.

Stevie: She’s already making plans to have the same breakfast, lunch, and dinner and wear her jersey for the game in two nights.

Stevie: Hockey players are so weirdly superstitious.

Greer: It’s a curse we all bear.

Stevie: What’s your weird superstition?

Greer: Peanut butter and banana toast.

Stevie: What?

Greer: I have to eat peanut butter and banana toast the morning of a game.

Stevie: That’s so…

Greer: Weird?

Stevie: Old. My grandpa used to eat that.

Stevie: You’re an old man in a hot body, aren’t you?

Greer: You think my body is hot?

Stevie: You know you’re attractive. Don’t play stupid.

Greer: True. But it is nice to hear once in a while.

Stevie: Please. As if women don’t tell you that all the time.

Greer: They do, but I still like hearing it.

Stevie: Gag me.

Greer: Already getting kinky with me? All right. I can get into that.

Stevie: Goodbye, Greer.

Greer: Wimp.

Stevie: Me?

Greer: Yes. You dip out just when the conversation gets good.

Stevie: I’m “dipping out” because I have a kid to take care of.

Greer: How convenient.

Stevie: *laughs in parent*

Greer: Tell the scrawny little shit I said she better be working on her stamina like I told her.

Stevie: I already took her to the track today so she could run.

Greer: Did you run with her?

Stevie: Oh yeah. Did a quick ten miles. No biggie.

Greer: That’s what I start my morning with.

Stevie: You’re kidding.

Greer: I’m not.

Stevie: That may be the most disgusting thing you’ve said to me yet.

Greer: What? Running is good for you!

Stevie: Yeah, and so is eating kale, but there is no way I’m touching that.

Greer: I like kale…

Stevie: Of course you do.

Stevie: I really do have to go. I have to tuck Macie in.

Stevie: But don’t tell her I told you that. She’d kill me if she knew you know her mommy still tucks her in.

Greer: My lips are sealed.

Greer: Good night, Steve.

Stevie: Tell me about this wedding.

Greer: Well, when two people “love” each other, they get married.

Stevie: Greer.

Greer: Steve.

Stevie: I meant, what am I supposed to wear?

Greer: I think they’d prefer clothes.

Greer: Well, most people would. There will probably be a few old perverts who’d vote otherwise, though.

Stevie: I’m being serious!

Greer: Fine. I guess I also wouldn’t mind seeing that.

Stevie: GREER

Greer: STEVE

Stevie: Help me. Please.

Greer: I have it taken care of.

Stevie: What the hell does that mean?

Greer: It means I have it taken care of.

Stevie: Yes. SO helpful.

Greer: I try to be.

Stevie: I was going to say something mean about you losing tonight, but then I remembered I’d have to deal with my daughter pouting, so GO TEAM.

Greer: Smart woman.

Stevie: Macie is bugging me about your next practice. Any ideas?

Greer: We’re flying back tonight after the game. I have shit to do tomorrow, and we have the wedding Saturday. I have practice Sunday, then a game on Monday. We leave for a road trip on Tuesday, so…

Stevie: She’s going to hate that non-answer, but I’ll tell her.

Greer: Hey, being trained by an NHL player has its perks. It also has its drawbacks.

Stevie: I know, I know. Macie is so grateful too. There’s no way I could ever afford training like this, so it really does mean the world.

Greer: Don’t get all weepy and emotional on me now.

Stevie: Weepy? Emotional? All I’m doing is thanking you!

Greer: And it’s weird.

Greer: Go back to hating me.

Stevie: I wish I could.

Greer: What’s that supposed to mean?

Greer: Steve?

Greer: Ugh. I take back the weepy and emotional thing.

Greer: STEVIE?

Greer: Maybe you fell asleep. Good night.