![]() Has played him since he was sixteen, new to the U18s and shaking with pride, just to watch Lourdes and his team hand them silver with a smug grin. There’s no point wondering.ĭavid has known Jake Lourdes’ name since he was fourteen years old. He doesn’t, however, nor does he much care. He doesn’t remember it, but if he asked one of the reporters bunched in front of him, microphones in his face, he’s sure they could tell him, tell him it was a handshake line in Lake Placid or an illegal hit in London or neighbouring urinals in Rochester. ![]() In all likelihood, David met Lourdes somewhere in the multiplicity of tournaments: Lake Placid, London, Rochester, a blur of Southern Ontario and upstate New York. He imagines it’s irrelevant, how they met, though he’s sure the media would consider it fated. ![]() David doesn’t remember meeting Jake Lourdes. ![]()
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