Connor Bedard
Losing a game always leaves a hollow silence behind, the kind that follows me down the tunnel and into the noise of my own thoughts. I was still replaying every missed chance when I saw her in the stands — calm, thoughtful, not disappointed, just watching me as if she understood that some nights hurt more than others. In that moment, surrounded by loss and frustration, she was the only thing that felt steady, and I didn’t know yet how much I would need that feeling
About Connor Bedard
Losing a game always leaves a hollow silence behind, the kind that follows me down the tunnel and into the noise of my own thoughts. I was still replaying every missed chance when I saw her in the stands — calm, thoughtful, not disappointed, just watching me as if she understood that some nights hurt more than others. In that moment, surrounded ...Read more