Chapter 2: The Stinky Hockey Man
Meets the Heroine
Chapter
two starts from the heroine’s perspective. (And OMG I am so incredibly grateful
that this novel isn’t perspective jumping like Play the Man did.) The heroine is filmmaker Jennifer Hunter, and
she’s currently avoiding Axel because he’d pounded on the conference room doors
and didn’t even bother to take off his helmet. (I’m not sure how she knew that
latter part since she didn’t see him.) Somewhere, Axel is demanding to know
where Jennifer is (she can hear him), but she’s got her arms folded on the
“cold steel railing that circled the practice rink” (14).
Has
everyone who writes these things only ever seen seriously old-skool rinks,
outdoor rinks, and The Mighty Ducks?
There’s no place in any average rink that has a place where you can fold your
arms on the railing unless you’re on the players’ bench. Everywhere else has,
y’know, plexiglass to stop the pucks from hitting you in the face. So the
Phantoms’ practice rink is either very odd, or the writer has not done any
research, or Jennifer’s face is smooshed into the glass.
Nevermind,
let’s go with that last one.
Jennifer
is avoiding Axel in part because he’s a very large, sweaty man who is stomping
around and in part because she doesn’t want to be making this documentary.
She’s “an activist for social change” and is completely uninterested in
athletes. She’s been tasked with making something commercially viable (this
documentary) in order to gain funding for the project she actually wants to do
(“about the way girls used social media to ostracize those they rejected
socially” (17), inspired by the way her sister, Julia, had been treated.)
But
she’s there to do the work and Axel finds her.
Thick, dark stubble didn’t hide one
heavily scarred cheek. His accent made her want to listen to him speak for a
long time so she could trace the cadences and vowel sounds
(14).
Well,
it’s a short book. There has to be immediate attraction.
Even without the skates he must be at
least six-foot-five. His chest was broad enough that she could have lain on him
like a bed and had room to roll around (15).
First,
that’s a really weird metaphor. Fortunately, the author seems to realize that
because Jennifer even thinks it’s “an odd image.” Second, he’s still in his
gear—shoulder pads and chest padding. Admittedly, not padding like a goalie
(I’m constantly surprised when I see Roberto Luongo or Mike Smith without their
gear on. “You’re so skinny!”) but still. Of course his chest is broad. That’s
not really a description that can accurately be made until he’s out of his
gear.
…the scent of pungent male sweat
assailed her nostrils. … no amount of wind power would freshen up a place built
on undiluted testosterone (15). But as he leaned in closer for
the customary greeting, the sweaty musk of his workout hit her. Damn near
choked her. … His sea-blue gaze twinkled with the sadistic urge to kill her
with sweat-stink (16). …Axel had
assaulted her nostrils with deadly intent (16). “And choking to death in noxious locker rooms was in (my job
description)” (18).
“I was anxious to find you before the
full effect of my workout died down.” He waved a hand around his chest to waft
the scent of sweat her way.
Covering her nose with one hand, she
used the other to point at him accusingly. “I knew you looked sadistically
pleased when you shook my hand. You were trying to asphyxiate me” (18).
The
biography of the author says she’s a mother of sports-obsessed boys. I think
she might have had to wash some hockey gear in her time because this is quite
the amount of text spent on the unique aroma of hockey stink. Mind you, I don’t
think it’s testosterone Jennifer is smelling—I think it’s ungendered hockey
fug, but still.
The
coach introduces Jennifer and Axel and she nearly asphyxiates from the smell.
She plays it cool, saying she’s glad to meet all the players so she can get
ideas for storylines. This freaks out Axel, although she, unlike us readers,
doesn’t know why. She also suggests he might have a girlfriend who would like
some screen time, which seems to upset him further. (Since Jennifer has been
“coaching nonprofessional actors into evoking a mood on camera” she can tell
what he’s thinking as “the nuances of body language were well-known to her”
(16). I suppose it’s an improvement over Body
Check’s Hayden being able to tell what Brody was thinking based on his
eyes.)
Jennifer
tries to convince Axel of why she’s there and why giving some backstory is
important (otherwise it’s just a hockey game broadcast). Axel ponders this
“scratching the inside of a shin guard with his hockey stick” (18).
It’s
nitpicky of me (that’s the point of this blog, though) but that sentence
doesn’t make sense. Even if you assume the narrative means “under a shin guard”
not the actual inside of the shin guard which probably doesn’t get itchy, what
with being made of plastic and not alive, I’m unclear as to how he’d be doing
it. Shin guards go on under hockey socks, and then you tape all of that in
place. It would be just a bit less difficult to scratch (absently, no less)
under a shin guard with a hockey stick than reaching an itch under a cast.
There’s
a bit more back and forth and then Jennifer suggests that Axel show her around
after he washes up because she’s drawn to him. That said, her obstacle is already
set up in that she won’t let herself act on that spark between them because she
might have to “extract a story line from him that he wouldn’t like” (19).
Dunh
dunh dunnnnnhhhhh.