An interview a while after Harrier retired from the sport, in the process of writing his book (the one I've been using as a tongue-in-cheek joke method of writing every point task so far for this player).

SK: So. Let's start from the week after the draft.

AH: Ah, yes. Pre-season after the Draft. My first pre-season, in fact. Granted I already had played some twenty games for Anaheim on the season proper, so calling me wet behind the ears was a slight overstatement; but the experience of playing for a different team already was a bit of an abrupt welcome. I hadn't done badly for the Outlaws, so I imagined I'd hit the ground running.

SK: And did you accomplish that?

AH: I kinda got hit by the ground instead. Although it wasn't that bad yet, things were still not quite clicking and I only made a minimal contribution with an assist. It wasn't quite the rude awakening but we were looking forward to seeing how things would be going at the big dance, so to speak. Do you know how I just said that I got hit by the ground? The regular season was a bit like the ground going and just stomping us, although it wasn't really anyone's fault. I would actually blame myself for not being better, to be honest with you. It's not like they depended on me but I still should have been more regular. After all, you must always do your best at anything ever and my lack of regularity in certain aspects, especially proper training, ended up not being that aspect of the game that perhaps could have gotten us out of the cellar with the bottles of wine, the boxes of cheese and the hidden porn magazine stash.

SK: You had all that on your cellar?

AH: Oh, Gods, no. All I had was a skatepark, my skateboard collection and some music posters... A couple of Weezer, actually.

SK: ...I thought you didn't have money as a rookie.

AH: Well, I really did not, yes. But you see, I had plenty of skills and also happened to stay near the casino strip. One day, I met the old lady that did laundry for this huge casino - I joined a book club under the advice of the head office - and she invited me to play there once. Small volumes of cash, simple stuff. I ended up making a decent winning on the blackjack table and I decided to ask whether it'd be an issue if I worked on the casino at my free days. Now, I had to talk with a lot of people to get that going but both parties said it was fine as long as it didn't screw up my training for hockey. In the end, I didn't really fully experience some practice sessions due to that but there were bigger fishes to fry in the Battleborn organization so I was able to retain my gig as a hobby, so to speak, as long as I put double the work whenever I was able to go hard and deep on it.

SK: That still doesn't explain the cellar.

AH: One day, I met a group of friends that were pro skateboarders. They owned this place that was a former warehouse and used the money to turn it into a house, but they ended up making it so the cellar was the larger part of the house. Unfortunately, the landlord was a bit of a prick and they were thinking of buying the place but lacked the funds to do it and even then, there wasn't anyone willing to stay there full time to take care of the place. I heard the talk, mentioned that I was staying at some hotel room for the time being and that I would be fine with the deal.

SK: They didn't even know you!

AH: Aye. Surprisingly open-minded people, the lot of them. Still, they apparently knew me from the hockey team, I had enough tales from playing abroad and we shared a lot of our tastes, so I moved out of the hotel and joined them. So while the organization changed administrative people and we struggled throughout the season, I was also flipping between relaxing with my new friends, practicing and playing. My room was this tiny place in front of the road, enough place to put my notebook, a couple of books, a radio set, some of my equipment - had to put my sticks under my bed and had fun times getting those out - and a photo frame of my folks.

SK: Which would explain your absent-mindedness.

AH: True. Again, my fault, not theirs. Still, I had a lot of fun in spite of the whole team form, mostly because the team had some fun folks that were more than cool with talking about anything and had the presence of mind to not bother so much about the state of affairs. I'd put myself as a free spirit and they were mighty fine with me being that free.

SK: And how would you describe your run on the actual season?

AH: Rough. Very rough. I was able to score my first ever goal on the SMJHL but there was the matter of actually helping the team, which I cared for far more than my personal stats. I failed on that too, sadly, my Plus/Minus was way under, deep into the minus. But you know, there were always the playoffs, which was open to pretty much all of us, a nice thing that could change our season... Knock on the wood that this ends well, I said back then.

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Former Players: Yoshimitsu McCloud (LW, #64) -
Won a Four Star Cup once, knew ninjutsu, picture editors hated him, never tried free agency
Anton Harrier (LW, #90) -
Won WJC gold, liked skateboarding a lot, went to the finals with Manhattan, kept his seat glued in LR

Its ok, we will sweep anchorage by some grace of god (you feel it deep down dont you @Gwdjohnson ) and we will regroup and be tons better next season

Team Ireland || Ragnar Lothbrok || San Fransisco Pride
                          Drafted 42nd Overall in SMJHL
                   Drafted 12th Overall in the SHL Draft

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BUT WHAT ABOUT THE CELLAR?

Rob Wright

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