Gorgeous, single mom Ivy wants absolutely nothing to do with me.
She thinks I'm a playerand maybe I am.
She thinks I don't take anything seriouslyand maybe I don't.
She thinks I can never make her happybut I've never been more focused on anything else. Not ever. Not even on hockey, and I live and breathe the sport.
She doesn't understand that she's become my reason for existing
That if there's any game in my life I'm willing to do anything to win