Chapter Three: The Locker Room
Meanwhile,
in the Warriors’ locker room, Brody is being warned by multiple teammates to
stay away from a player on the opposing team between his own musings about the
night of fantastic sex with Hayden.
(A
note- During the spring 2010 playoffs, two Nashville Predators players got into
trouble with their team and coach while in Phoenix because they’d gone out to a
bar in Scottsdale—reputedly under the guidance of Coyotes’ ‘bad boy’ Paul
“BizNasty” Bisonnette—and came back to their hotel not only after curfew but
accompanied by some of the bar’s little people staff. While the details are
unconfirmed, their behavior was problematic enough that they were suspended (by
the coach) for a game (oddly, the only game the Predators won in that series.)
Teams/coaches/players take the playoffs very seriously (it’s not all wacky
playoff beards), so it strikes me as odd that Brody was at a bar and then went
home with Hayden for the night, the whole night. Granted, this Vipers vs
Warriors series is taking place in the Warriors’ home city, so the team isn’t
staying all together in a hotel. (Although teams have been known to do so in
their home towns during playoffs to keep the players focused.) Still, Brody
made a point of how he’s dedicated to keeping his nose clean and focusing on
the playoffs in order to make a good showing when he enters free agency at
playoffs' end. I’m not saying that he couldn’t have been swept off his feet, so
to speak, when he saw Hayden and lost control of himself, but this sort of
thing never comes up.)
One
of the things that comes up for Brody while he’s preparing for the game is how
he’d woken up cuddled up with Hayden, that he’d even pulled her closer during
the night. He muses how this is odd because normally “he gently rolled his
companion over, needing space and distance in order to fall asleep” (36). Once
again, the fact that he is, through no control of his own, reacting differently
to Hayden than to any other woman he’s ever met tells him (or will, eventually)
that she is the One. It’s a very common romance novel trope. Of course, despite
all the “evidence” telling both of these characters that they are Meant For
Each Other, I’m sure there’ll be wacky hijinks before reaching a happily ever
after (what with there still being 100 pages to go.)
While
in the locker room pre-game, we meet some of Brody’s teammates. When they find
out that he’d slept with someone new the previous night, they rib him about it,
asking if he’d bothered to get her name. Until now, Brody has been the team’s
Casanova. He ponders this, wondering if they’re reluctant to see him in a new
light because each member of the team fits a niche—there’s the super serious
captain, the wise mentor, the prankster, etc. This is convenient—in one
passing thought, Brody’s subconscious can paint an image of the team for the
reader while acknowledging that it is, in some ways, a clichéd and
one-dimensional view, thus clearing the author from blame. (Mind you, in a
novel this short there’s just no likely way the author could introduce and
flesh out every teammate. Instead, they are pared down to their function, just
as Darcy functions as instigator of Hayden’s sexual liberation.)
The
captain is Mr. Serious, probably an allusion to “Captain Serious”, Jonathan
Toews of the Blackhawks. (See, for example this article) I’m not a Blackhawks fan (in fact, there’s only team in the NHL I dislike as
much as I dislike the Blackhawks) but even I knew that Toews is called Captain
Serious. That article says that Patrick Sharp is that team’s prankster, and a
quick google search confirms as much. So I’m beginning to think that the author
is a Blackhawks fan.
While
I’m talking about labels and pranksters, a moment here on the Warriors’ team
prankster, Derek Jones. The caliber of his pranks are wildly disparate, since
we only learn of two. The first is hypothetical- he declares he wants to toilet
paper the team owner’s soon-to-be-ex’s house because she keeps making
allegations about the team. Brody’s response was similar to mine, “Grown men
don’t toilet paper people’s homes” (38). Brody probably means that Derek needs
to grow up, and the narrative does say that the prankster is only 21.
The
other prank Derek has performed is replacing the team’s goalie’s pads with
“pink Hello Kitty ones” (38). On first glance, this seems like a reasonable
prank, but in actuality it really isn’t. First, when would he have done this?
There’s no way that someone wouldn’t have been in enormous trouble with the
team (to the point of fines) if this had happened to the point where the goalie
had actually had to wear them for a game. (Professional sports are big
business.) At best the goalie could have been forced to wear them for warmups
(although even that is unlikely), more likely for practice. (Also, he probably
would just have worn his practice pads, if the prankster wasn’t smart enough to
hide those too.) But far more important is that Hello Kitty pads simply don’t
exist. I talked my equipment-loving goalie friend Flurry about this to be sure.
When I mentioned them, her eyes got big and she wanted them. The only way to
get them would be to have a company like Brian’s to make a custom set, and even
then my guess would be they’d refuse unless they could get a license. This
prank would be prohibitively expensive if at all possible. Yes, Derek is a
professional athlete, but at 21 he’s probably making the minimum salary. That’s
a hell of an expenditure, which would also require the participation of the
equipment manager and others, for a prank that could have lasted maybe a few
minutes’ worth of enjoyment. Granted, Derek could have taken a set of pads and
painted them pink and put Hello Kitty stickers on them, but it would still
require quite the expenditure (even used goalie pads are costly) and help.
This
is also quite the spectrum of pranks, from musing on toilet papering to paying
thousands of dollars for custom pink pads to make fun of the team’s goalie.
Anyway,
Derek the Prankster is angrier at Sheila-the-soon-to-be-ex for her allegations
of sleeping with one of the Warriors players than the illegal gambling
accusations. The team immediately looks at Brody to see if it was him, and he
deflects onto a Russian right winger named Zelig, who is “one of the few openly gay
players in the league” (38). If this is meant to be the NHL, well, I’m
impressed by this fictional league’s acceptance and social equality. In real
life, the You Can Play Project (http://youcanplayproject.org/)
did start with hockey players, and is very impressive, but has yet to lead to
any gay players coming out while in the NHL.
I’ll
finish up these locker room musings by adding to what we’ve learned about the
Chicago Warriors and their league. Evidently their team colors are “blue and
silver” (32). Furthermore, while the narrative still does not reference the
“Stanley” in the “Stanley Cup,” the patriarchal character on the team has “two
championship cups and a career that rivaled Gretzky’s” (35). So the NHL and the
Stanley Cup might not exist, but Gretzky does. Methinks maybe there was a
licensing issue and Harlequin didn’t want to pay to use certain terms?
I am mildly cranky that there *aren't* Hello Kitty goalie pads. I'd be a goalie so fast.
ReplyDeleteWe could make you some Hello Kitty pads. And Brian's might be willing to make them. Could *totally* get you a Hello Kitty helmet!
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