"Let's go kid we gotta pick up the team Alex hurry" my dad yells as I run out the door he's already in the car. "Where are we going that we need the whole team" I sigh. "You'll see" he hops in the van we have rented and go out picking up kids one at a time, Adam, charlie, Jesse (terry moved to live with his mom) Tammy and Tommy, Fulton, Goldberg, Avermen and Guy, and Connie, Peter and karp. Then we drove to this if stadium we walk in and there's the north stars practicing on the ice "what the" Charlie says in awe "playoff present" my dad smiled ruffling my hair "FULTON ITS BASIL MCRAE" I scream as two of the players come over to us. "Gordo, Gordon Bombay right" he shook hands with my dad "you remember me" my dad says shocked "yea from peewee you were great" basil shook my dads hand "yea well I'm coaching peewee now this is my team the ducks, and this is Alexis my daughter" he pulled me to his side I waved to the hockey player. "Ducks listen to this guy he knows what he's taking about" I laughed "are you sure" I mumbled "not exactly" basil McRae whispered to me and I burst out laughing everyone looked at me like I was nuts. "See ya around" mike Madonno fist bumped my dad. "If ya ever want a shot at the pros let me know I'll get a spot" Mike added before walking away. "Let's have fun ducks" we al got our skates on and got to skate in the huge stadium. "Hey hey hey" Fulton said coming up beside me. "Your cruising on ice now Reed" I smiled patting his shoulder. "Thanks Alex" I rolled my eyes "remember when I told you not to call me that" I laughed "yes" he chuckled "remember when I didn't listen" he laughed "yes" I roll my eyes and playfully shove his shoulder. "Ducks the games starting let's get to our seats" my dad said and we followed him off the ice and to three rows of seats the first row was dad Charlie Jesse Fulton me Adam. And the second row was Tammy TommyConnie and Guy and then three was Peter karp, Goldberg, and Avermen. I was watching the game intently when Fulton pulled my hand to his I smiled and laced our fingers I look over and I nudge Adam with my arm across the way is McGill and Larson, our old teammates from the hawks Larson makes finger guns at us while McGill flips us off I go to stand up but Fulton pushes me down. "No" he says in my ear sending shivers down my spine "but" I whine "no" he says more serious this time then I hear clapping I look up and on the board it reads WELCOMD GORDON BOMBAY AND THE DUCKS in flashing lights I smile and clap along with the rest of the team and we continue to watch the game. It ends at around 11pm and we give everyone a ride home North stars won. Of course I think to myself smirking. The whole game Fulton Held my hand until Larson and McGill then it was on my thigh.