You wake up to the smell of your schmorgusboard that your personal chef has ready. A rocket 10/10 stirs in the sheets next to you. You skip another workout, because u only go once a week to see the boys. "Another day of golf" you think. You see that your monthly cheque of a gaurunteed $1 million cdn has been deposited successfully. You haven't scored in 10 games but your coach is a meek little boy and there are no fans to notice or even recognize u in anyway. You look forward to your vacation in April, the month when your season always ends. Thank God you left Canada.
-the rest of Johnny Gaudreaus career