My past has come back to haunt me. I'm the oldest player and the captain of a minor league hockey team. My aspirations of playing in the big-time are fading, and I'm facing an uncertain future. My teammates decide to have a little fun at my expense and sign me up for a dating site. My first and last date happens to be with my old nemesis, Emory, who still blames me for ruining her chances as a hockey player. Not a fun time I'd wish on anyone. Imagine my surprise when the team's social media admin retires suddenly for personal issues, and Emory arrives as his replacement. We're butting heads at every turn much to the amusement of my teammates. The night of the Lynx holiday party, we're assigned to the same cabin as the result of an alleged administrative mistake, and there's no other room at the inn. If that isn't bad enough, a wet, furry bear of a dog adopts us, a blizzard hits, and we're not going anywhere soon. Emory and I might greatly dislike each other, but we're also in denial regarding our mutual attraction. I don't see how this will end well for either of us, but it's Christmas. Perhaps the magic of the season and a large stray dog might make the impossible possible.
My past has come back to haunt me. I'm the oldest player and the captain of a minor league hockey team. My aspirations of playing in the big-time are fading, and I'm facing an uncertain future. My teammates decide to have a little fun at my expense and sign me up for a dating site. My first and last date happens to be with my old nemesis, Emory, who still blames me for ruining her chances as a hockey player. Not a fun time I'd wish on anyone. Imagine my surprise when the team's social media admin retires suddenly for personal issues, and Emory arrives as his replacement. We're butting heads at every turn much to the amusement of my teammates. The night of the Lynx holiday party, we're assigned to the same cabin as the result of an alleged administrative mistake, and there's no other room at the inn. If that isn't bad enough, a wet, furry bear of a dog adopts us, a blizzard hits, and we're not going anywhere soon. Emory and I might greatly dislike each other, but we're also in denial regarding our mutual attraction. I don't see how this will end well for either of us, but it's Christmas. Perhaps the magic of the season and a large stray dog might make the impossible possible.
