Walking into the arena for the first time was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Day one of training camp and fans are already lining up, cheering us on as they greet us. People say that Montreal is a hockey city and that the pressure's immense, but I wasn't expecting it to begin this quickly. I try to pay attention to what everyone is saying, but it's clear that apart from upping my game, I'm gonna need some French lessons. Tabarnak.

We have a good mix of vets and rookies in the locker room. I'm glad to be able to help out where I can, but the breadth of knowledge these guys has is going to be a huge help for my development. I've realized quickly that if I want to fit in, I have to rock a ton of Militia gear all the time. Not that I'm complaining, they gave us a bunch of stuff right off the hop and I'm proud to show what team I'm a part of.

There's a mix of guys from across the world meaning that there's usually someone around to talk to. Some of those Europeans still haven't seem to gotten used to the time change of Montreal, so if you can't sleep, guaranteed there's someone with you.