It was just a normal Tuesday night, just like any other. I was spending the night in after a long practice and some workouts in the afternoon. Then I got a random text from my boy Jonas Kahnwald asking me if I was drunk. I was deeply confused as to why he would be asking me this. I hastily replied back to him, "No man I'm not drunk, I'm just chilling at my loft reading The Wheel of Time, why?" Within seconds he had text me back, "If you're not drunk, then that was some messed up stuff you said in that tweet!" I was even more confused as I hadn't sent out a tweet in a couple of days, and even that was about our teams previous win. I started to grow nervous, I opened up Twitter account and furiously typed in my password "I<3Westbroek". I was flooded with DMs and alerts telling me how disgusting I was, as my stomach twisted into knots. That's when I knew I had been hacked. And then I saw it, my heart racing as I jumped from my futon. My book hitting the floor like a ton of bricks. My throat swelled up as sweat dripped down my face reading the tweet. "Steve Harrington is great at fantasy hockey."