Springer is more accurate for this bunch. Safe to say, we're all on thin ice with Faulkner. He said the next person to do something ir- responsible will get benched for the rest of the season. He said he didn't care about our postcollege prospects; he'd forfeit every game until we learned how to behave.

I'm on my best behavior for the rest of the year because I'm not sure Vancouver will still want me if I get expelled or delimbed, and there is no fucking way I'm going back to Colorado after I leave this place.

Is it a cliché being a guy who grew up with immense privilege and also has daddy issues? Yes. But in my defense, my dad is a mas sive jackass. I'm pretty sure he didn't get hugged enough as a child and now he's making it my and my sister's problem.

Luckily, I managed to move a thousand miles away, but poor Sasha is still stuck with him since she's only sixteen. Even when she turns eighteen, I doubt he'll let her leave. She'll be stuck being an underappreciated, overworked skiing prodigy.

Dad is prepared to throw money at every coach in the northern hemisphere, if it means Sash gets to be the next Lindsey Vonn. Ide- ally without the injuries, but I'm not sure he's concerned about her safety anyway; he just wants her to win.

Thankfully, he hates hockey. Careless, violent sport for people who lack discipline and crave chaos, he says. It was Mom who signed me up for Mr. H's team all those years ago. She was pregnant with Sasha at the time and needed something that would tire out her energetic five-year-old.

I didn't take to skiing like my dad had hoped, and I can proudly say I've been disappointing him every day since. He wouldn't even be surprised if I told him what has been going on recently, but it would involve answering his calls, and that isn't something I tend to do.

Plus, he'd only find a way for it to be my fault.