Posted Sat Oct 24, 2015 | 154 Words | Tagged story jock

“Why do I have to wear this?”

“Coz Bro, it’ll be fun”

His room-mate promised not to be a jerk to him if he just tried on this hockey uniform and let him take a photo of me in it. Strange request, but if it stopped him winging at me all of the time about his coursework, then I’d do it.

He then persisted I made it looked like I was actually playing hockey. I complied, hoping I didn’t slip over on the ice.

Then I started to feel fuzzy. Wasn’t too sure what happened but a helmet went over my head, and he smirked at me. And then the game started. I was playing for the team. My head just stuck on auto-pilot and we… won.

A voice grew in my head. Confident, and sports filled. Of course the team won, I was on the team. Fuck yeah this season’s gonna be awesome.