The Pilot and the Puck-Up

When you’re named after the king of the gods, the world expects certain things of you.Tough? Damn right.Smart? Don’t let the hockey uniform fool you.Large and in charge? Honey, I’m the biggest, baddest, mother pucking-est machine to ever own the ice. I shoot. I score. In and out of the rink. I don’t come early, but I come often, if you know what I ...