Carolyn’s Point of View
Sure enough, Damian was right about everything. Right at the beginning of our morning meeting, the coach showed a picture of the Firebirds toilet paper covered statue on the TV and had the whole team look at it. I press my lips together tightly, refusing to laugh at the image but that apparently didn’t matter because several other members of the team were already bursting out with laughter and cheering. My eyes darted to Damian who did the same, our gaze locking for a second before quickly shifting back to the coach. He too remained as still as a statue as the coach began his lecture about how no matter how amusing this all was, it was immature and impolite. There wouldn’t be consequences though, there never was for hockey players. It was a slap on the wrist, a har
