Ninety percent of every problem could be solved by a robot who texted NO to hockey players on a regular basis. Unfortunately, Sidney didn’t have a robot.
He saw the horn poking out from the pony’s head, golden and straight and somehow delicate-looking despite the empty tuna can hanging off of it. The unicorn horn. “The fuck,” Sidney said out loud, his eye skipping from the horn
Geno can’t. Sidney won’t.*
Sidney Crosby gets hit on the head and wakes up with extra memories.*