When you have your main teams you support but you also love specific players in the other teams and because you love them you kinda love their team too, so you're stuck loving all the teams like the hoe that you are
“I love the smell of the ice… And the cold. The sound the puck makes when it’s sliding across the ice or when hits the net for a goal […]. I love the sound of sticks crashing against one another. The sound my skates make when I come to a hard stop. The roar of the crowd. The way I feel when i’m playing. I can do things on this ice that I can’t do anywhere else.”—
“In Dreams” by J. Sterling (insp.)
Please imagine, Bitty playing against Tater (casual falcs scrimmage? NHL Bitty AU?). Bitty, partly showing off for Jack, goes in for a check on Tater. It goes approximately like the time Johnny Gaudreau (5′8 150lbs) famously checked Dustin Byfuglien (6'5 260lbs)
The first thing Bitty does after he gets off the phone with Jack is dial his father’s number. He takes a deep breath, reminds himself that he has something to be proud of, and hits the call button.
Coach answers on the fifth ring. “Eric?”
“Hi, Coach,” Bitty says. “I have something important to tell you.”
His father pauses, then clears his throat. “Of course.”
Bitty can’t keep the huge grin off his face as he says, “I got the captaincy. I’m the captain.”
“Really? Good for you, son. You’ll make a great captain.”
“Thanks,” Bitty replies, then adds, “it was a unanimous vote.”
He knows he’s bragging, but he can’t help it. He needs Coach’s approval.
“Unanimous vote?” Coach repeats, and Bitty can hear his father smiling.
The receiver is muffled and Coach shouts, “Suzanne!”
Bitty listens as Coach tells his mother what Bitty told him.
Suzanne gasps, then says, “Dicky, I am so proud of you! But I’m not surprised.”
“I’m proud of you too, Eric,” Coach says, and that’s the instant Bitty starts to feel the guilt. They might be proud now, but they wouldn’t be if they knew about Jack.
“Thank you,” he says, and then suddenly he has to get off the phone Right Now because his throat is closing up. “Mom, Coach, I have to go. Some friends just came in.”
“Okay,” says Suzanne, “but send us some pictures from the banquet!”
“Sure,” Bitty manages. “Bye, y’all.”
“Bye, Dicky, love you!”
He hangs up and just like that, he’s crying. Bitty has every reason in the world to be happy. He has Jack, he has an amazing team, he has the captaincy, but. There’s always a but, it seems like. He knows his parents would love him less if they knew he was gay. Knows it. He wonders if it’s ungrateful to be crying in his room when his team just voted him captain. He wonders why Samwell and everything he has here can’t be enough.
In Georgia, Coach hangs up the phone and looks at his wife. Suzanne is frowning, hands on her hips.
“You know,” she says, “when you called my name like that, I thought that was going to be it. That he would finally tell us.”
Coach sighs and sits down with her on the sofa. “I picked up the phone and he said he had something important to tell me. I thought the same thing.”
Suzanne puts her head in her hands and slumps forward. “It’s so hard to wait. I know he must be scared to tell us. But I don’t want to ask him about it, you know? I want him to do it when he feels comfortable.”
Coach puts a hand on her back. “I know, honey. Me too.”
“I just don’t want my baby to suffer,” Suzanne tells him. “God knows he’s done enough of that.”
Coach pulls her closer. “I know,” he repeats. “I know.”