Langston Harrison-Laurent looks out onto the frozen pond and sees a young player who easily stops in front him, eyes wide. Why does Langston feel old already? He’s 21 years old and he hasn’t even played in the SHL yet and has one more year in the J. Why is this little runt making him feel almost inadequate? He looks at the playmaking youth and says, “what is your name?” “Jill [redacted]” comes back a squeaky voice. “Well, Jill, when you grow older, make sure always enjoy the moment. You never know when the next goal will be, the next win or even when you have to hang up your skates. Love the feeling of skating, of playing and of all the friends you’ll make along the way.” She then looks at the Hawaiian Shirted man and says, “Wait are you already retiring?” Langston chuckles and says, “not yet, but if you ever end up on the Malamutes, let me know. And give Fluw hell for me.” “You shouldn’t swear, mister.”