Chicago hockey wouldn’t be the same without me—the player everyone loves to hate. I know my role, and I play it well. In fact, I genuinely enjoy spending most of the game in the penalty box before leaving the arena with a different girl by my side every night.
What I don’t like is the new flight attendant on our team’s private jet. She works for me, not the other way around. But with every road trip, the lines get blurrier, and I can’t tell if I keep pressing the call button just to get on her nerves or if there’s something more to it.