GEORG
We won three in a row on the road and are now headed to the playoffs with home-ice advantage. There's a very real chance we might take home the cup a second year in a row - by the skin of our teeth, so to speak. This was a hard year.
In spite of the excitement around another playoff berth and a multi-year, multi-million-dollar contract, courtesy of super-agent Scott, I can't enjoy it. Why? Because my girl has gone silent on me. Nearly the whole time I've been gone. She messaged that she couldn't make our FaceTime date but never explained why. I've called and left messages with no callbacks from her. I've texted and gotten emoji replies only. It's not like her at all, and my senses tell me something's not right.
"Maybe she's sick?" Evan offers as we board the plane back to Vegas.
"I doubt it. If she was sick, she’d tell me." Hell, she'd waste no time telling me if she didn't feel good. I know her.