Pete jumped out of bed, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. It was Gameday. The season hadn’t gone as expected, but he knew there was time to turn it around. He poured through the blogs looking for her name. There it was! We gotta feature Dosdall more on power play. “Absolutely right! Have to tweet that!” Pete got dressed, donning his #26 jersey. “Today is the day. Today is the day she sees me!” The game was hard-fought. Riveters-2, Pride-2 at the end of regulation. It goes to overtime. The face off goes to Dosdall. She skates past one, past two, past three. It’s just her and the goalie. Top shelf! Scores! Riveters win! She celebrates by jumping into the boards crashing right into Pete. His heart stops. They lock eyes. On the autograph line after the game Pete’s heart was pounding. “She saw me. DID SHE FEEL WHAT I FELT?” He reached her in line, staring into her eyes. “I’m Pete,” he said, “I have your jersey.” She stared back. “I’m Kiira.” They were engaged three years later. It didn’t really happen like that. They met at a bar. Pete showed her around the East Village. Kiira got Pete to move to Brooklyn. So they must be in love.