Welcome back hockey fans!! For those of you who are 1st time readers please read Act I Scene I or this blog will make ZERO sense. If you are NOT reading this on www.chrispronger.com please check out the site and look under Journeyman Blogs. If you are on the correct site.....Carry on!
Act I Scene II
I think we left off last time with some plumbing issues in the ol'farm house in Tennesse. Lets join the train wreck back in December.... I'm laying in my bed with the heater cranked reading the Wall Street Journal (or was it an Archie comic) and I gaze out the door to see, in the darkness of our living room, the Christmas tree we had just decorated. The way the lights shimmer off the silver, red, and blue Bud Light cans covering it.........MAGNIFICANT!! As I'm staring at our tree with a stupid smirk on my face, the phone rings. Its my agent (In order to protect his identity we will call him Jerry) I'm sure he's calling to collect his 3% of $500.....Nope. Jerry informs me there is an NHL team that wants to sign me when the lockout ends. As I pull myself off the floor I say to him "Sorry, I thought you said an NHL team?" He says "yeah". "Which team?" I ask. "I can't tell you until after the lockout is over" Ohhh, okay, I get it. You want to mess with me. Alright, I can take it. "WHICH #$%ING TEAM IS IT!!!!!!"... "Honestly, I can't tell you. Its in your best interest if you don't know. But know this, when the lockout ends you'll be signing your first NHL contract!!" .......Any guesses as to my next question?? Considering I had no heat or indoor plumbing in my luxurious farmhouse in Deliverence Tennessee, I think it went a little something like this...and very calmly I might add...."WHEN IS THE LOCKOUT GOING TO BE OVER!!!!!"... "Sean, I don't know"....Thanks Jerry....thanks for nothing....So I guess that puts me right back in Tennesse with no cable, no heat, but finally some indoor plumbing. I know just who to call!! Parents? No. Girlfriend? No. "Hey Chris, how's it going? What have you been up to? How's the weather in Hartford? Blah, Blah, Blah....WHEN ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO TAKE THE DEAL SO I CAN GET THE $%&! OUT OF HERE!!"
I think now is a good time to pause and recap what has happened over the last couple of months:
Released by the Vancouver Canucks
Head faked by the Detroit Red Wings
Ate a nice "thanks for coming" burger from the Las Vegas Thunder
Almost moved to England
Settled in a State-of the Art Farmhouse in Tennesse
Was informed I'll be released from prison but they can't find the paperwork
Have I mentioned its only December?? Did anyone see a sign post??
Alright, I know what you're thinking....poor baby....you want some cheese with that box of wine?? Whatever!! Back to our regularly scheduled program:
After I guilted my 20 yr old brother into taking on the players union on my behalf I called my parents and the future mrs. journeyman to give them the update. Obviously they were thrilled. They all did time at "The Farmhouse" so they were somewhat relieved to hear there may be some light at the end of this tunnel....although, looking back I should have known it was a train!
So here's the situation: I'm playing for the Knoxville Cherokees, and playing pretty well I might add. I have been chosen to play in the All star game...which is good .I've been told I will sign with an NHL team if or when the lockout ends....which is also good. We have some positive things happening.....good stuff. I want you to put yourself in my shoes. You've just been told you'll be moving 1 step closer to your dream. How would you approach the games? Do you go 100% still? Knowing that if you get hurt you may miss your window...AGAIN!! Or do you let up....maybe you're not the 1st one in the corner......maybe you decide not to lay down and block that shot...Do you pace yourself? What if the team that wants to sign you is still watching? I hate to admit it but these thoughts ran through my head before games.
The funny thing was that once the game started I didn't think about anything else. I just played. That was probably the only time my mind didn't play tricks on me......when I was on the ice. Off the ice, I was what you might call ......a little on edge.
Next Blog: Act I Scene III