here's a cute little one-shot with the guys, and a girl in the crowd. It's during the blooper with the team picture... if it had happened for real.
She watched the group talking, laughing. She never knew guys could talk so much at once. She could barely hear her own thoughts as she waited. Damn, they were loud. But she could barely find an ugly one in the entire bunch.
"Okay, boys, listen up..." the guy who played the photographer said, moving up.
"I'm checking my hair," one jokester said, looking into the hair of the guy in front of him. The one next to him was pretending to shine up the bald spot on one of the coaches. She stifled a laugh. Those were no doubt Boston boys, sticking out of the crowd, as they always did.
"You sir, top row, second from the left, uh, your name?"
The young man responded, "Uh, some of the boys like to call me Bah."
This generated a stir. "Woo!" "Good-looking kid!"
"Bob, it's Bob, is it?" The cameraman had to be stupidly retarded. She was farther away, and she heard perfectly. What was up? Of course, she had known who it was. He was John Harrington, one of the cutest men she had ever seen. She had had a crush since he had brushed by her one night in a bar. Then she had found out he played hockey...
"Bah," he said, and the team went off on a prolonged, "Baaaaaaaaahhhhh." Her laughter was engulfed, and some of the guys looked up at her and smiled.
"Hey, look who it is, a cute girl!" The guys who had been fooling around in front shouted it out, and the team waved to her. Blushing, she waved back.
"Okay, thank you, Bob," the man said.
"Bah."
"Bah-" He was cut short as he fell to the ice. Oh, gosh. She clapped a hand to her mouth as the guys laughed. Just another day for these guys, to laugh, talk, goof off, be typical guys, hockey players. She met Bah's eyes and blushed as he slowly winked at her. It was an awkward move on him, but she still loved it.