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2016
The airplane’s engine slowly dies out as it lands at its destination. Head turned towards the window as she caught sight of the workers getting ready for the passengers to climb out. The new city wasn’t exactly new; it was her son’s home for almost 2 decades. It made her smile when she thought of the family, love and memories she made here before she left her son for her (adopted) sister’s care.
As she exited the plane, the noise and cold temperature slowly slipped into her body. It made her giddy to see her friends and family after 15 years of court battles that pulled her away from her son. Sadly, she couldn’t say the same to her oldest son. It continuously breaks her heart when she thinks about him and his family, wishing her eldest child would wake up from his idiotic mind, but her ex-husband has deeper hold on to him than she ever did and that would be her only failure as his mother.
Pulling her luggage along, she exited the airport with light shoulders, no weight pulling her down to her deceptive mind. As she scans the area where snow slowly covers the road, she caught sight of them. It made her lit up and rushed to greet them in a giant hug that got the three of them laughing happily.
1996
“Ilya. Hi.”
“I’m Shane, hi.”
Both mothers giggled at how cute their sons were. “Play?” The younger boy asked, receiving an enthusiastic nod from the shy boy. Then, they were off while mothers talked at the picnic mat.
2016
“Mama!” A familiar voice of her son calls out as she exited the car. A large man, now towering her, embraces her with joy. She laughs, a joyous one after years of fighting Grigori for a divorce. “Oh, Ilyusha, let me take a look at you.” She pulls away, cupping his face with her small palm. He nuzzled his face into her palm as she looks at him. His bright blue eyes – so similar to Grigori but so full of warmth and love – gazing at her, assessing that she was real and now finally within his reach.
“Mama. I miss you.” Suddenly, its like her Ilyusha was 9 years old again, wishing she’d stay in their Canadian home. Even with her Ilyusha’s continuous visit since he was drafted to MHL, she never erased those teary blue eyes gazing at her – pleading her. “I miss you too, my son.” She pulled him down to her height, kissing his forehead that always melt his cold heart in Russia.
She glanced behind him, seeing her friends’ son. Not as tall as her son, but enough that he must look down to catch her eyes. It made her smile softly. “Shanya. You’ve grown.” His brown eyes beamed brightly as he stepped closer to the mother and son's duo. “Hi, Irina. Good to see you again.” She hugged him when he was nearer, warmth flooding in her system.
“Thank you for taking care of my Ilyusha, Shanya.” She whispered in his ear. He kissed her cheek. “I’ll always take care of him.” And something settled deep in her beaten and broken body.
1999
“Oh, Irina.” She whispered, hugging the shaking figure of her friend. “It’s going to be okay.” She cooed, cuddling the other woman. She had known how bad Russia is since before she met Irina – but it was worse for Irina – married to Russian police, where pain and abuse was her everyday cycle before she moved to Canada with her little son. “It hurts so much, Yuna. I don’t want to leave Ilyusha in foreign lands, but I know. I just know how Grigori will dangle him over me.” Irina sobbed as both women rocked back and forth. “Then, leave him with us, Irina. You know how much Shane adores both of you, and how much we love both of you in our lives. Divorce Grigori and come home to Canada.” Irina’s body seem to freeze, and Yuna let her process it, not wanting to overwhelm the woman.
“We could process papers to have you legally tied to my family. We could also ask for refuge so that Grigori can’t touch you. Whatever you want, Irina.” Yuna talked softly; she knows how overwhelming it can get when she can’t think of other ways to solve a problem. Talking about different solutions always makes choosing something better.
“I’d like that...” A bare voice of a whisper. Yuna smiled, prompt, and small. “Then we’ll do that.”
2016
“Legally, I’m still married to Grigori, but he doesn’t have any hold on me anymore. I can apply for citizenship here with Ilyusha as my benefactor.” Irina said. They talked around the dinner table, catching up with each other. Her heart warm at seeing his son with his beloved, that made her glad they got their heads out of their asses.
She could still remember 17-year-old Ilyusha asking her if it's okay to love a boy. Irina could remember talking about it in her Russian house, her son looking so insecure, but it made her love him even more. Ilya was her son through and through.
“Da, yes. But, mama, I live in Boston right now.” Her son looks so confused, looking at his beloved with a small unnoticeable pout. Yuna only smiled. “Ilya, honey, you’re a Canadian already. Didn’t you notice your passport when you go to Boston?” Yuna said, serving their sons with food as David passed the cheese to the younger man. “Wait, why am I just learning this?” Ilya’s mouth was gaped; it made Shane giggle beside him. David shook his head in amusement. “You’ve been Canadian before you returned to Russia for JHL, dear boy.” Ilya gasped, “Shanyusha!” – like a little kid, Irina’s thoughts supplied – before turning to Shane and planting kisses on his face.
“Ilyushenka!” Shane exclaimed, pulling away from his boyfriend with red cheeks. “We’re at the table.” Shane hissed – like a kitten, a voice sounding like his son chirped in her head – which made Ilya just laugh.
For the first time in a while, Irina felt the warmth of family again.
2017
“And that’s a goal! It seems that the Boston Raiders wins this game, Shawn.”
“You’re right, John, it might’ve been a blow to the Metros though after their cup win run.”
“It always is for these two teams.”
Ilya lined up with his team, shaking hands with a bunch of Metros before reaching Hollander. He smirked at the other team’s captain. “Good game, Hollander.” Shane only rolled his eyes, annoyed – but Ilya could clearly see the adoration and love Shane has for him. “Good game, Rozanov.” They linger in the ice for a while, the other members of their team already moving off the ice. “Da, yes. Thinking of going out to celebrate your loss, Hollander. You like to join?” Ilya’s accent was thick as he taunted his boyfriend for almost 7 years. Shane only rolled his eyes, before a smirk crept on his lips. “Why not? I’ll see if the other Metros would like to beat your ass out of the ice.” Shane chirped, a plan already on his head.
Ilya’s eyes narrowed at the clear mischief already on his beloved’s face. “See you later then, Hollander.” Ilya drawl, smirk deepening at the vague shiver running down Shane’s spine, who didn’t reply and follow his team to the visiting team’s locker room.
Locker Room
“What was that with Rozanov, Hollander?” Comeau asked; eyebrows furrowed at their captain, who entered last. Shane only arched his own eyebrows. “Nothing’s wrong with accepting courtesy? You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Shane replied, already working on getting to wash and change. “Uh, fuck no. We just lost to them. I don’t want to play nice with cocksuckers.” Drapeau spat, annoyed with their loss. Shane could barely hide a wince at the slur; he could already feel an incoming headache. “As I said, you don’t have to go to their fucking celebration. It was clear he was being a fucking asshole."
"Pull your head out of your ass and stop whining because it was clear you were all a fucking slouch at today's game.” Shane calmly snapped, eyes glaring at them. Shane knew they’re now playing sloppily; he knew it was because they got comfortable with winning the Stanley Cup two years in a row and the news he had given to them after the 2nd Stanley Cup win. They all fell silent at that - even Hayden, who was usually on Shane’s side of the team.
Shane quickly showered and changed. With Irina safe in Canada and Ilya being Canadian, Shane and Ilya have nothing to hide anymore. “Look, if you don’t want to go, then don’t go. You’re disappointed by our game, but it's only the start of the season. So, we’ll train and go back to the fucking ice better, okay?” Shane looked at all of them in the eye, a bit disappointed at how JJ and Hayden were avoiding his stare.
2015
“Do you think I’ll get another cup?” Ilya looked up from the puzzle he was doing in their cottage, brows furrowed as he analyzed his boyfriend. Ilya will remain thankful to his mother and the Hollanders that they got him and Shane to sit down and talk about their feelings with each other. Especially knowing all the dangers and problems they could face in the future in MLH. Since then, they have contingencies upon contingencies on what could happen if their hands were forced.
“Shanyusha, my love, of course you can, after I get Boston another Cup.” Ilya half-teased, drawing a huff of amusement from Shane. “What brought this on, my sunshine?” The Russian words rolling out of Ilya’s tongue so smoothly like it was coaxing Shane to talk. Shane shrugged, eyes a bit dull.
“It’s just... I was planning on coming out to them. Obviously, not about us, since Irina is still in Russia. But I want to tell the team about me.” Ilya observed his boyfriend as nerves started to take over his body. “And I want to do it when we’re high after another Cup win so they can’t say that being gay is a disease and whatever. I know I should probably trust my team but they haven’t given me any reason to trust them with any of this.” He gestured towards their home – the family they’ve built over the years.
“And - and, it might end bad, I might be kicked off the team, and I’m worried about you and Irina. I can’t -” Shane took a deep breath while Ilya staggered to his feet and pulled Shane towards his body, towering him like he always did whenever he had a panic attack. “Shanyusha, breathe.” Ilya instructed, rubbing circles on Shane’s back to calm him down. Ilya rocked them side to side, waiting for the noise in Shane’s head to stop.
“My love.” Ilya cupped Shane’s face, catching his wondering brown eyes in Ilya’s blue eyes. “You, are Shane Fucking Hollander. Genius hockey player and number 2 draft pick of our year. You’ll win another Stanley Cup for them, next season or maybe another season since we’ll be taking the Cup this time -” Shane snorted, eyes still red from the emotional wreck he got himself into in a panic. “You will win them another Cup, my bunny, and if they don’t appreciate the win after you come out. That’s on them and not on you.” Shane’s nose scrunched up at the Russian pet name he called him.
“Did you just call me bunny?”
“Da, yes. Is appropriate for you, no?”
“Fuck you.”
“Later, cuddle first. Better?”
“Hmm. Cuddle.”
2016
“What the fuck, Capitaine?” JJ cursed; it made Shane’s hackles rise as they all lingered in the locker room. They just won another Stanley Cup back-to-back year, and they’re all high from the win. Shane was shaking from nerves. “Was that a joke, Hollzy, cause ‘tis not funny.” Olsson piped up. Shane narrowed his eyes.
“No, it wasn’t. I’m gay. If any of you have a problem with that. Then, fucking tell me.” Hayden scrambled to stand up, hands in a placating manner. “Whoa, man. You just shocked them -” He was cut off by Gagnon’s snort. “Shit, we played with a fag.” Shane’s body twitched, annoyed. “That fag just won you all another Cup.” Shane tried to remain calm, but now that he saw all their reactions, it just solidified his resolve.
“I mean, now, we don’t even want it because who knows who you kneel to, just to get the cup.” Drapeau sneered, his body locked up, disgust curling in his stomach. “Fuck you, Drapeau.” He now snarled, ignoring them all. “You better pull all of yourselves for the parade or you’ll hope you have enough money to last your fucking lifetime.” Shane power walked out of there, ignoring everyone and everything just to try and get back to his Ilya.
2017
Shane looked up as he had just finished reading the text from his mom. He smiled, wide. They were staying in Ilya’s apartment during the game - knowing the Russian player wouldn’t stay there while Shane’s in town and staying with him in their Boston home. Shane stood straight from where he was leaning on his car, waving at their parents towards him. Ilya didn’t know that Irina and the Hollanders were in Boston to watch his game, now Shane was going to surprise him with them.
Mom: We see you, honey. Just a sec. We’re still waiting for your dad.
Shane: Got it, mom.
Shane changed to his chat bubble with Ilya, typing a question that hopefully he’ll answer.
Jane <3 : Where are the Raiders celebrating?
Lily <3 : [map link]
Lily <3 : Is a nice place, Shanyusha.
Jane <3 : Thought you’ll be at a bar?
Lily <3 : Da, yes, is a travesty, no? Boys didn’t want to drink tonight
Lily <3 : A bit glad for that
Lily <3 : Plenty of them not in a mood to go bar
Jane <3 : That’s great for me. Be there in 20-ish mins.
Jane <3 : love you, Ilyushenka.
Lily <3 : Da, love you, Shanyusha.
He looked up, greeting his mother and Irina with a hug and a kiss, along with a hug to his father. “Hey, guys. I’ll drive?” David shook his head with a smile before offering to take the keys out of his hands. “Let me, Shane. You just finished a game, I know you’re exhausted.” Shane didn’t bother to argue with his father and gave the keys to him. “Okay, I'll place the address Ilya have given me, dad.” David flashed a thumbs up and had all of them move inside the car to drive to their destination. Shane opened the door for Irina before he got inside. He side-eyed the camera that was capturing pictures of them before he got inside and closed the car door.
“Mom, you should contact Farah. I saw media taking pictures of us just now.” He said to Yuna while inputting the address. Yuna sighed, already typing away to his and Ilya’s agent. “I got it, Shane. We’ll assume then that Irina was pictured too?” Shane nodded his head when they exchanged a look through the rear-view mirror.
“Most likely.”
2016
“I take it the news hit badly?” Was what greeted Shane when he arrived at his cottage. His boyfriend was in the kitchen when he caught sight of him. Shane was shaking badly now that he was in a comfortable zone. Ilya immediately swooped towards him to bring him down from his panic attack.
“Fuck.” Shane drawn out, eyes red. Ilya only made comforting sounds and hugged him tight. “I’m sorry, darling.” Ilya whispered to his ear, tightening his hold around Shane as the shakings seem to intensify before calming down. They stood there; quietly. Shane breathed out quietly. “I really thought Hayden and JJ would have my back, Ilya.” Shane hiccupped, and that only made Ilya madder at his boyfriend’s team. “Fuck them, Shane. You’re still the best Metro out there.” Ilya kissed his forehead, a comforting gesture that melted Shane’s tense body.
“I know. Thank you, baby.”
“Anytime.”
2017
Ilya laughed out loud. While they didn't go to a bar, the place still offers drinks that helped them get tipsy enough to let loose. He was kind of shocked to see some of the Metros out and about. He knows for a fact that Shane didn’t even bother to share the location since he was pretty pissed off about his teammate’s play in their game. He looked at Cliff and Vicky, who just shrugged while the latter showed his phone to Ilya.
JJ: St. St., busy?
Vicky: not rlly, we’re out at a shack-bar, why?
JJ: Would you mind if some of us joined you?
Vicky: I don’t see the problem; Rozy invited you guys through Hollander. I thought your lot wasn’t coming?
JJ: No, no, no. We’re coming. Just... the team's kind of pissed at Hollzy rn
Vicky: no, shit? Y’all played like shit except for Hollander.
JJ: I know. Hollzy chewed us out a bit, so the team is extra bad mood and wants to drink but coach didn’t let us go out far.
Vicky: Y’all should rlly consider groveling to Hollander, lol. Anw, where are you staying?
JJ: [map link]
Vicky: Oh! We’re at the shack-bar next to your hotel.
JJ: Awesome! On our way
The last part made Ilya’s eyes narrow, with how close the hotel is at the shack-bar, Shane should have been here earlier. “Miitka. Where’s your captain?” Ilya asked, voice slightly cold but maintained his mutual stance. “Last I heard, he went out.” The goalie shrugged, joining Sebbin and Feller in another table. Ilya feels the creeping worry inside him. “Probably whoring himself out.” Ilya froze when he heard what Drapeau whispered to Comeau.
He glared at the two of them, trying to control himself from jumping on them and punching the living daylights of those assholes. “Dude!” Varkov hissed, glancing at Ilya with wide eyes. The team knows their captain, and their captain doesn’t tolerate shit.
“Listen up, assholes. If you’re joining us, we keep our mouth shut with duct tape. I don’t do that shit here or anywhere. You think I’m Russian I’ll let you slander people of the community in our circle? Think again. One more word from you that isn’t a nice thing – you'll wish you didn’t know me. Got it?” Ilya glared harder. Comeau scoffed, not intimidated.
“Yeah sure, cocksucker.” Drapeau snickered. The place seems to drop 20 degrees colder. All of Boston grimaced as they noticed the dark look in their captain’s eyes. Cliff breath through his teeth. Like lightning, Ilya had Comeau face flat on the table as quietness envelopes the place. Drapeau didn’t get to help the other man since Cliff and Vicky restrained him too. He tightened his hold on his neck, making Comeau struggle. “Rozy, calm down, man.” Ryan tried to pull away Ilya to calm him down, however red rage was surrounding his eyelids.
The noise of opening doors broke the tense atmosphere. Ilya glanced up to see Shane; eyebrows quirked in a question. “Rozanov, let go of Comeau.” Shane sighed, calm with a hint of mirth in his eyes. “No. You really need to wash their mouth soon, Hollander.” Ilya growled, still angry but no longer choking the smaller man.
“Ilya Rozanov, stop that or I won’t bring your surprise in.” Shane warned, a hint of smile on his lips. Ilya stopped immediately from what he was doing, turning around towards his boyfriend. “Surprise? What surprise?” Ilya quickly demanded; making the Raiders and Metros confused at how quickly Ilya followed Shane’s warning.
Shane smiled fully, opening the door and taking Irina’s hand into his and pulling her inside. Both teams observed how quickly Ilya perked up and how quick his Rozanov persona was shed when the new woman entered the establishment. “Mama!” Ilya hurried over, bringing his mother into his arms. Ilya placed a kiss on her cheek, loving how glowing and unburden his mother is right now. “I thought you were in Italy.” Irina smiled, like the sunshine that Ilya remembers. “Yuna, David and I came back early. The ceremony finished early and I missed my son.” Irina cupped his cheek, bringing him down to her level and planting a forehead kiss on her baby. “Yuna and David are here too?” Ilya turned to Shane, waiting for his reply.
“Mom and Dad went to the shop across the street. Mom probably saw something that caught her eye. They couldn’t be at the game because their return flight was delayed. Hence, here.” Shane replied with a beaming smile. He immediately scanned the area and saw all the Raiders and Metros (sans Hayden and the Rookies) looking at the two of them like they grew two heads.
Shane snickered lightly. “I guess you’re not the only one I surprise, Ilyushenka.” Shane watched as the Russian members of their team choked from their drinks, identifying the diminutive Shane called Ilya. “Ah. They’ll get over it.” Ilya waved in a dismissive manner, making Shane snort. “Now, mama, let’s meet my team and Shanyusha’s asshole teammates.” Irina rolled her eyes at her son. “Ilyusha, you can’t call people that.” Irina lightly scolded while Shane snickered quietly. “But mama. It’s true.” Ilya whined, pulling his mother along with him. “They were being homophobic and rude.” Shane winced at the pout on Ilya’s face; a triumph shining in his face when blue eyes turned towards him. “Is that true, Shanya?” Shane only smiled but he was sure it came out like a grimace. He only nodded his head when Irina shot him a look. When Irina turned back towards Ilya, Shane threw his middle finger towards Ilya’s direction – who only smirked and continued pulling his mother along. Shane texted his parents first before following behind the duo.
Irina smiled, loving the way her son was like a little kid again. It made her heart warm at how proud her son is being a mother’s son. “Mama. They’re my As. Cliff Marlow, and Vicky St. Simon. Beside them are Connor Connors and Ryan Camichael, they’re on defense. Others can introduce themselves. Idiots, this is my mother, Irina Rozanova-Isayova.” Irina tilted her head at her son’s gesture, a smile on her lips. “Did your parents really named you after your last name?” She asked Connor, making the other team members snicker. “Yes, ma’am, and no, I don’t know what my parents thought.” Connor stretched his hand to shake hers and moving down the other men around the table. “Nice meeting you, ma’am. It’s good to see where Rozy gets all his looks from.” Cliff chirped, making Irina smile brightly. "Nice to meet you also. I hope Ilyusha isn’t hard on you all.” Irina said softly that most of the team was snorting.
Shane stood back, letting Ilya flex his mother around his team. He turned around when someone tapped his shoulder. “Capitaine, where’ve you been?” JJ asked when Shane glanced at him. Drapeau, Comeau at the back with Andropov, Gagnon, Olsson and Schneider. Mitty, Laine, Taylor and JJ act like buffers between the group. “I was picking up my parents and Irina. They would’ve been at the game, but it would’ve caught the fans attention.” Shane shrugged, relaxed, where he was standing.
“How do you know Rozanov’s mother, Hollzy?” Mitty asked, curious. Shane debated, taking his time to answer. He gestured vaguely with his hands. “Since I was 5? Irina used to live in Canada before Russia pulled her away for a while.” Drapeau sneered, eyes glinting darkly in anger. “I thought you prefer cocks, Hollander?” Gagnon snickered, making Shane tense slowly. Albeit grateful that Ilya couldn’t hear it being busy with Irina and the Raiders.
“Gagnon.” Taylor hissed, glancing around and making sure no one else heard him. Shane remained quiet. “No, let Holly hear this. Don’t you think a faggot like him learned young?” Olsson added a dirty smirk on his lips. “So, you were in cahoots with our enemy, Holly?” Drapeau spat out quietly, trying not to catch the attention of the Raiders.
“If you call being friends with someone, cahooting, then yes, Drapeau.” They all whipped their head behind them, catching sight of a glaring Yuna Hollander with a cold-faced David Hollander. Shane grimaced. “Shane doesn’t owe any of you an answer to that question, but since I’m generous – they were in our lives before any of you were part of my son’s life. So, you don’t have the right to judge my son, our family, and our relationship with the Rozanovs because you were not there.” Yuna calmly said, taking out her phone and texting Farah and their lawyer. “Additionally, the person you called a faggot won you two Cups back-to-back and still managed to carry your fucking team when all of you were slacking.” Yuna added, finally sending the message she drafted.
“Just because you know my son’s sexuality – you seem to forget who he is and what he stands for. Now, since we personally heard everything, prepare yourselves. We’ll bury you to the ground with all lawsuits we’ll be filing. Thank you.” David pulled his son away from the scrimmage, letting Yuna lead as always. “Come on. We’ll celebrate Ilya’s win.” David pulled him towards the Raiders, letting Ilya introduce the Hollanders next to the team.
Ilya caught sight of the anger in Yuna & David’s stance. He looked at Shane, who was on the verge of a panic attack. He immediately left them to get to know each other and stood in front of Shane.
“My love? Shanyusha?” He could hear his breathing hitched; he looked at the Metros with a glare as he was sure that they were the reason for his breakdown. “What do you want me to do?” He whispered to him, catching his wrist when he started scratching himself. He holds each hand tight and squeezes it in a 1-2-3 pattern. Shane let out a breath and finally managed to lock eyes with his boyfriend. Ilya immediately pulled him towards his chest and tower over him. They couldn’t exactly go on a little farther than this because they still have their teammates in the shack-bar.
“Come on. I’ll get you food, drink, and a bit of snacks. I think you’ll like what I order for you.” He felt him shift and nod against his chest before maneuvering themselves to sit near their parents and directly in front of the Raiders and let JJ handle the Metros. “What would you like, Mama? Yuna? David?” Ilya asked as he got Shane to sit and squeeze his shoulders periodically. “Pick my food for me, Ilyusha?” Irina asked, shooting a worried look to Shane before turning to her son. “Okay, mama. I do what you want.” Ilya nodded and looked at David, who stood up from beside Yuna.
“I’ll come with you, Ilya. You can’t carry everything by yourself.” David said, and Ilya almost argued that he could, but Yuna shut him up with one look. “Okay, let’s go.”
“Ms. Isayova -”
“Please, call me Irina.”
“Irina, Ma’am Hollander -”
“Yuna, dear.”
“Right.” Ryan reddened, making the other Raiders snicker in amusement. “Irina, Yuna. How did you know each other?” He asked, clearly curious. It made all other Raiders on the edge of their seat.
Both women shared a look.
1996
Hi! I’m David. Nice to meet you, ma’am.” David greeted her with a kind smile, beside him is a shorter woman and a tiny kid. She smiled, a glint of sadness in her eyes, in her arms is a five-year-old kid. “This is my wife, Yuna, and our son, Shane.” Yuna stretched her arm to shake her hand in a greeting. “Hi, I’m Irina. This is my son, Ilya.” Voice heavy with an accent.
2017
“So, Rozy and Hollzy knew each other from the start?!” The Raiders were in awe, shock, and a mix of wonder. “Yes, Ilya has been an asshole from the start.” Shane rolled his eyes in exaggeration, making him smile when he heard the overreacted gasp behind him. “That’s a lie, Shanyusha. He lies, is a liar.” Ilya placed a plate of food in front of Irina then his boyfriend before taking a seat.
“Well, that we believe, sorry, Roz.”
“Betrayal!” Ilya groaned, exaggerated. He caught sight of the Metros sitting at the other end, quieter than the rest of them. Raiders all laugh at how overreacting Ilya is always about little things.
Shane just smiled. Glad he did what he did.
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[An image showing a statement: For a long time, I believed that being a good hockey player meant staying silent. I thought that if I kept my head down and played the game, the parts of me that didn’t fit the "traditional" mold wouldn’t matter. I was wrong.
Watching the way homophobia is still brushed off as "locker room talk" or "part of the heat of the game" isn't just disappointing—it’s exhausting. When we tolerate slurs or look the other way when a teammate is targeted, we aren't protecting the game. We are making it smaller. We are telling kids who love this sport that there is no room for them on the bench if they happen to be different.
Hockey is a game of sacrifice, but no one should sacrifice their soul or their safety to play it. I’ve experienced the weight of that silence. I know the fear of wondering if your teammates will still have your back if they knew the truth, and I know the toll it takes to play a contact sport while feeling like you have to keep everyone at arm length.
I am tired of the "culture of silence." We shouldn't have to be "brave" just to show up to work as ourselves.
To anyone currently in the league, in the minors, or just starting out in youth hockey who feels like they have to hide: you belong here. The problem isn't you; the problem is a culture that hasn't grown up as fast as the players have.
In response to continuous negativity, discrimination, and homophobia. I’ll be filing a lawsuit against certain individuals involved.
Shane Hollander]
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How to fumble best player of the team: A Montreal Metros Guide
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- Ilya.
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- I can hear Hollander’s sigh all the way from here. LOL!
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Montreal Metros traded Shane Hollander (C) to the Boston Raiders... [see full article]
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↳ Shilya Hollanov @[SIRH]
Replying to @[SIRH]
- WHAT THE FUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!
↳↳ Ilyushenka Rozanov @[IlyaRozanov#81] ✓
Replying to @[SIRH]
- You got one thing wrong tho, known Shanyusha since we were 5.
↳↳ Shanyusha Hollander @[ShaneHollanderHockeyPlayer] ✓
Replying to @[SIRH], @[IlyaRozanov#81] ✓
- Ilyushenka didn’t introduced me to diminutive! Sveta did!
↳ Shilya Hollanov @[SIRH]
Replying to @[SIRH], @[IlyaRozanov#81] ✓, @[ShaneHollanderHockeyPlayer] ✓
- I'm dead. Fuck, goodbye, world.