Breathe with Me (Playing for Keeps #5)

ONE THING ABOUT ME? I know exactly who I am, and I own it proudly.

Sometimes—especially at this time of year, during the Stanley Cup Finals—they call us WAGs. Wives and girlfriends. But we know that’s not the official title. That WAGs is too simple to fully encompass all that we are, all that we’ve fought for, all that we strive to be.

Every day of the year, I’m proud of the woman who went from knowing nothing about a sport played on frozen water with knives strapped to hideous, smelly boots of some sort, to the woman slapping her hands against the plexiglass, shouting obscenities at the other team, at the refs when they forget what sport they’re officiating, all while wearing my husband’s number on my back, and, if I’m lucky, his handprint on my ass.

My name is Cara Nicole Brodie, and I am proud to be a puck slut.