Quote:You can’t play on an empty stomach, nor can you play without performing your pre-game ritual. So when everything goes wrong and your player can’t get their usual pregame meal or perform their pregame ritual, your player looks to find something, anything to salvage the situation. An interesting, yet perhaps shady looking man comes by and offers your player a meal that will up their game and also offers to assist in their pregame ritual. Does your player trust their hungry gut and take up this interesting man on their offer? What meal do they ask for? What is your player’s ritual and how does the man assist them? What do they do if they don’t take the man up on the offer?

McLovin is not a man to shy away from the unknown. While he's not overly superstitious, he thinks back to his darkness retreat in the off-season and visions of a shaman visiting were present multiple times? Could this be the shaman that McLovin had so vividly envisioned multiple times? No way to tell, but he's willing to entertain it, so let it be so. He asks the man for whatever he deems appropriate to quell his gurgling ravenous stomach to allow him to reach peak performance, whatever it may be. The man, while believed to be a shaman, is really just a delusional homeless man who lives outside the stadium. He capitalizes on this opportunity to order up what he perceives to be the best food he could get since its been days since his last solid meal and even longer for one that he longed for or enjoyed. A beautiful Wagyu steak, garlic seasoned crispy fries, confit wings as an appetizer. Some top notch wine (who the hell drinks booze prior to a game?) and for desert, a beautiful caramelized creme brulee. So what does McLovin do? Well he believes this is a shaman, so he follows suit and eats up. The result is what can only be described as completely disastrous. Not only is he bloated like roadkill roasting in the sun, he also is slightly buzzed and finding it difficult to skate straight. Halfway through the 2nd period, when he's on the ice, he cant help but let it all out.... and we dont mean skill, no, he yaks all over the ice. Oh well, it was worth a shot and at least it'll be remembered by all for quite some time to come.... lesson learned!