Zephyr

I grabbed two more cans of beer from the counter on my way toward the stairs, though honestly, I don't even drink that much. During the season, I keep it strictly limited. Coach gave us this week off to study for midterms, and we still have two days of freedom left before the grind starts back up.

My teammates, those lucky bastards down on the couch, seem to have absolutely no problem downing twelve beers and playing like absolute champions the next day.

Me? Even a tiny buzz gives me a rip-roaring headache the morning after, and then I skate like a fucking toddler wearing his first pair of...