“Good Morning, Boston. I’m Colton, and this is my co-host, Eliza, and we’re here to bring you the Hockey Report.”
“Good Morning and thank you, Colton. I think we all know what we’ll be talking about today.”
“No, Eliza, I think our hockey fans would prefer to talk about the actual game more than the news you’re thinking of.”
Eliza laughs. “Please. You gossip more than I do. Before the show started, you—”
“Don’t finish that sentence, or I’ll tell Mom you complained about her lumpy mashed potatoes last Thanksgiving.”
Eliza hisses. “I’m going to kill you, dear brother. And Mom, I loved your mashed potatoes. They were perfect. Ignore him. Now, as I was saying, what we all really want to talk about is the news that Brooks Langfield is in love!”
Colton chuckles. “He didn’t say that. Give the poor man a chance. When asked about the woman he brought out on the ice during warm-ups, he said, and I quote, ‘I’m crazy about her.’”
“So who’s the lucky lady?”
“He didn’t give a name, but there are reports that he was seen kissing the head of Bolts’ public relations after the press conference, so chances are she’s the one,” Colton surmises.
“If not, he’ll have some explaining to do. In the meantime, the Bolts are heading to Denver next. They’ll be on the road for the next two weeks, so if she’s his good luck charm, then we’re in luck, because she travels with the team.”
“Thank God for that.” Colton laughs. “Now can we talk about hockey?”
