Camp, first and foremost, was exhausting. I considered myself pretty in shape, but you can only sprint so much before you get dizzy. My locker was in a clutch spot though, no one on the right side so I had all the space in the world. Everyone was low key jealous. It was great, then we signed Ben...

Ben a a person is great. The guy is a hard worker, super humble, good at hockey, and we get along well. We even got to play together at WJC this year. Ben was the new guy of the new guys though, and his new locker was right next to mine. Goodbye extra space, hello smell of salt and vinegar chips. I think it's burned the hairs off my nose at this point. Dude just doesn't stop eating those damn things. Rolls up in the morning, crunch crunch crunch. Ice bath? Crunch. Stretching with the trainer? Crunch. "Ok, get some water guys"? Crunch crunch crunch. I legit don't know how he isn't dehydrated.

Someone is gonna start stealing the giant bag he brings each day, or worse. Kinda hoping it's just the former. Yeah he's the new guy, but he's chill.

Crunch.