From the Players Tribune:
In 2012, after a strong freshman year at Union, my hockey advisor told me I might go in the sixth or seventh round of the draft. I mean, there’s only seven rounds. So when I heard that, I was excited, but I didn’t really know what to think, because I could’ve just as easily not been drafted at all.
So I was eating breakfast with my family in Florida during the third round — and I really wasn’t paying attention to the TV. The draft was on in the background and muted. We were just having a regular morning. I remember, I think I was taking dishes into the kitchen, and I saw the Flyers logo on the big board, then … GOSTISBEHERE popped up. Like, you know how train departure times pop up at a station? Same thing.
I was like, “Uh, Mom?”
And she flat-out tackled me onto the couch — like, a perfect wrap and take-down.
Everyone started crying. I couldn’t believe it. I don’t think I had really pictured my draft-day moment,but I definitely didn’t expect it to go down like this: