(hi it’s me again rambling about my potential recreate for money)
For Sophie Bordeleau, SHL draft night is one of her favourite times of the year that doesn’t involve playing hockey herself. The draft represents the culmination of so many young prospects’ hopes and dreams, finally getting to pull on that jersey, and for Bordeleau it’s the time where she allows herself to fantasize. Which of these teams could she end up on in the future? There could be Los Angeles, the team that drafted her favourite player of all time in the legendary Sophia Bennett. There could be Montreal, her hometown team. Bordeleau was only two when the Montreal Militia relocated to become the Carolina Kraken, and she celebrated all night with her friends and teammates when it was announced that the SHL was coming back as the Patriotes. But Bordeleau always knew to stay humble - she was, after all, still three seasons away from becoming eligible for even the SMJHL draft, and would have to impress scouts to get in on the lower levels first. While she was extremely talented with a wicked shot and great vision, Sophie was going to keep working and stay focused on getting her high school team to the championship next year.
The sound of an alarm clock pierced the morning air. Five in the morning, an insane hour for most people to wake up but a perfect time for Sophie Bordeleau to get in a run before school. While high school hockey might have been done for the year, the training never stopped for a dedicated athlete. She allowed herself a quick moment to check her phone - some texts from her best friend and maybe-crush at school talking about their upcoming finals, and some news about the SHL draft - a shocker, as it was. Winnipeg had acquired the first overall pick in the draft, and were expected to pick Lias Ekholm-Gunnarsson with the pick. Ekholm-Gunnarssom was a player Sophie had particularly been watching this season, with both his excellent offensive abilities and great Twitter game. Sophie was generally a student of the game and loved watching film of elite players to model her game after, and players like Bennett and Ekholm-Gunnarsson were among those she watched.
With the steady thumping of her shoes on the pavement, Sophie thought back to a game late in last season in which there had been scouts. Not SHL ones obviously, but some prep schools and even colleges looking for commits. Leading her high school in goals, Sophie was one of the main players the scouts were there to see, but her team also had a strong defender who was gifted at breaking up plays and an elite goalie. She was but one cog in the team this year, and was determined not to let the attention get to her. The game ended without a goal from Bordeleau, but her team had won and that was enough. While her jersey was over her face in the locker room after, Sophie let herself smile - a rare occurrence that had not gone unnoticed by her teammates for her lack of outward emotion during big games. She’d captained her team to a win and hadn’t cracked under the pressure. That was a win.
Finishing up her run, Bordeleau grinned at the memory and the endorphins. It was time to put aside the hockey player side of her for a moment and just enjoy watching the draft tonight, and see players like Ekholm-Gunnarsson, Ergo Nomic, Sisyphus Embros, San-Sam Emerson and others get picked up. The media called it a weak class, but Sophie scoffed at that. She knew people who had gone into the draft through the high school hockey circuit or on social media (her high point so far was tweeting at a SMJHL player and them replying), and figured that people calling the draft class weak just didn’t know what they were talking about. The dialed-in seriousness could wait a bit; now it was time for some final exam cramming, trying hopelessly to flirt with girls, and watching the SHL draft and letting herself imagine the day when she, Sophie Bordeleau, would be called up on the stage to don that hat and jersey.
“The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. ... There are neither beginnings nor endings to the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.”
thanks! these were midnight rambles from my tired brain but I’m excited about recreating and figured I’d talk about people in this draft and the lead-up, I’m hoping to go into the narrative this time
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