Kayden
It was finally the moment. The moment I had been waiting for ever since I started playing hockey. I heaved a deep sigh as I watched the crew roll out a long blue carpet and a heavy wooden platform.
A group of men in black suits stepped toward the platform, clearing the way.
My heart hammered in my chest, the adrenaline from the game still rushing through my veins. The stadium was roaring, the sound of thousands of cheering fans washing over me in a wave of raw emotion.
Our names were being called, and we were led onto the blue carpet beside the podium.
I watched as a man dressed in a tailored charcoal grey single-breasted suit stepped onto the platform. He stood behind a podium that had been set up, his crisp white dress shirt and French cuffs contrasting sharply against the dark fabric. He wore a simple silk tie in a deep burgundy pattern, and a small silver NHL shield pin caught the arena light.
The man was Aaron Scottfield, the NHL commissioner.
