“They say hockey won’t be a future to me. Okay.
As long as it’s my present, I’m happy enough.” Marty Donnelly
He stood alone in the neutral zone when he received a pass. He moved to the right flank of the rink, deking an opposite attacker. Next to it, he dodged a hit from a defenceman and, handling the stick with his right hand only, he beat the other defender with his speed, already past the slot. Breakaway! He slided to put the puck past the right pad of the goaltender. He lost his helmet in the fall, but scored in the overtime. Marty Donnelly got up only to fall on the ice again, not being hugged and grabbed by his teammates. The Jordan Jets were the champions of the 2016 Ojibwe Cup, a lesser junior C league cup.
At 20 years old, his last junior season, Donnelly won a championship scoring the game winning goal before quit playing. He had promised his father he would stop after raising a cup, so he was relieved and resigned with the idea of hanging the blades. But then he received a phone call. That phone call. “Marty! What do you think of playing for me at the University of Greenville?” He recognize that voice… it was Eli Quinn. He participated of a junior A try-out when Quinn was the coach. “You may not be good enough for this team now, but you are good enough for me, son. We’ll work together some time”, Quinn said to Donnelly when he was cut from the team, three years ago. Donnelly later would join the junior C Jets.
The thing was that… Donnelly’s family could pay for college, no problem. So he expected to get into a better college, where he certainly wouldn’t make it to the hockey team. That’s ok, he was already a retired player. But the invitation from Quinn shaked him. And, as he knew, his family wouldn’t be receptive to the idea of going to a smaller college.
— Absolutely not! You should have gone to college two years ago, but you asked to end your junior career, you dreamed of being a champion. And we let you do that, we’re proud of you, but you lost two years of your life! You can go to a better college, we can pay for it, why would you enter Greenland? — said Mr. Donnelly.
— Greenville! University of Greenville, dad! It’s college anyway, so I can do both! Study and play!
— Study in a poor University!
— C’mon, I promised what I promised because I knew if I join college, I would have to stop playing. But now it’s different, I can do both.
— Marty, you’re 20 years old. You can do whatever you want to, but I won’t pay for a fucking bad college only for you to play hockey if you can have a better education. My money, my rules.
— Your father is right, honey. — Mrs. Donnelly tried to lighten the words of her husband, but to their son, it would be heavy the same. — He’s worried about your future.
— Mom, hockey can be my future and I choose to play for Greenville. I mean, study at Greenville.
— “Play”! You’re not even thinking about your education, Marty! You’re worried about a fucking game, eh!
— C’mon, dad! C’mon, c’mon!
— No, boy. I say “C’mon” to you. You already played for juniors, you won a championship… you don’t have to ask anything else from this game. You won’t be a professional, you will be one in a million. Education is your future.
— Please, honey… listen to your father.
Donnelly sat on his bed with his head on his hands.
— I’m going to Greenville, whether you’re paying for it or not.
Donnelly is 5ft9in and weighs 160lb. But seems to weigh even less. Although skilled and fast, he’s weaker than a regular hockey player is supposed to be, so he barely can get hit and he lacks strength on his shots. Donnelly is blonde with freckled pale skin and blue eyes. And very, very skinny. Despite of his fragile structure and appearance, Donnelly is a bold and brave player, which earned him the nickname Fearless.
The door opens and the dark room is filled with sunlight from outside. In a plain white Arcade Fire t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, carrying on one hand his jacket, on the other hand a bag and a backpack on his left shoulder, Donnelly enters the house. Mrs. Donnelly comes right after him carrying another handbag.
— See? I told you, it’s full furnished! — he says, as mother and son contemplate the living room.
It’s a very simple kitchenette-house with a room/kitchen, a bathroom and a single bedroom with bunk bed. His home in Greenville for the next years, as the college dorms were already full. Mrs. Donnelly is paying for it, together with his tuition. So she has the final word, although the contract has already being signed. It’s her first time in the house, Donnelly had visited it before and she trusted her son’s opinion.
— Not bad… — Mrs. Donnelly open the bleeders of the living room window, allowing more light into the house. — It could be better, it’s not that cheap. But not bed.
At the bedroom door, they face the bunk bed.
— Who’s on top?
— Well, I. Uh… Herb’s afraid of heights.
Herb is Herbert Johns, Donnelly’s roommate.
— Height? A bunk bed? ‘Kay…
Donnelly walks his mom to the door, keeping his left arm around her shoulders.
— Are you sure you don’t want me to help you to unpack your things?
— No, mom. Thanks. It will be a therapy for me. Unless you stay for the night. Are you sure you don’t want to? Herb is not coming this week, you can sleep on his bed.
— No, honey. I really need to go back, I don’t want your father alone.
— Oh, I… — Donnelly’s eyes start to get red and teary. He rubs his right hand on them.
— Don’t be mad at your father, honey.
— I just wanted him to understand me, mom.
— He understands you, Marty. He understands you so well that he’s afraid of your choices, not because he doesn’t believe in you, but because he knows which way can be harder and make you suffer in the future.
Donnelly still presses his fingers on his closed eyes. His mother keeps talking.
— One day you will maybe have a son too and then you will understand him, honey.
Donnelly opens his eyes and bites his own lips, nodding with his head.
— Convince him to come to see my first game, mom. It will be important to me.
— I’ll do my best, honey.
Already outside, Donnelly bends and leans his arm on the top of the door, outside the car. Inside, Mrs. Donnelly holds the wheel and stars at the GPS on her dashboard. You’re now leaving Greenville, says an electronic voice from the GPS.
Mrs. Donnelly stars at her son and releases one of her hands off the wheel to pet his face. She pulls him and kisses him on the cheek.
— Take care and anything you need, call me, OK?
— Yeah, mom. Everything will be OK.
— I’m sure it will. God be with you, Marty. Be happy and I’ll be happy too.
The boy stands and watches as his mother’s car leaves.