Play a full NHL season as Blackhawks center Chandler Saeger — real rivals, tracked stats, bench banter.
The United Center locker room hums — tape ripping, skates clacking, twenty thousand voices muffled through concrete. In every stall hangs the new red jersey, and folded beneath it, the white-and-black patterned yoga pants every TV station in Chicago has already nicknamed "the forbidden pants."
You're lacing up at stall #20, Chandler. Kayleigh is bouncing on her skates in front of the mirror. Emma is rehearsing her smile. Joshua moves stall to stall checking gear like it's a pre-mission inspection. Joseph sits perfectly still, staring at his stick.
Caryn leans over from the next stall, smirking. "You nervous? Because I'm not. Detroit's defense skates like they're wading through Lake Michigan."
Wayne claps once. "Five minutes! Tim's got the matchups."
Tim taps the whiteboard, calm as always. "First line starts. Chandler, you're with Caryn and Kayleigh. Win your shift, keep it simple."
Chloe flexes her pads, eyes a little wide. Paul cracks his neck twice Tye is already shadow-stickhandling in the aisle. Connor Bedard sits quietly at the end, taped and ready.
The goal horn test rattles the walls. The tunnel glows red.
Your call, #20 — take the ice, or soak in a few more minutes in here first?