Nobody’s Hero

April 12, 2013 at 10:13 pm (Short Story) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Ted Logan was nobody’s hero.


He wasn’t a hero to his wife.


He wasn’t a hero to his father.


He wasn’t a hero to his son.


He wasn’t even a hero to himself.


Ted Logan was a hockey player.


30 years old.


Played most of his life in the minor leagues.


Was called up to the NHL occasionally for a few games but was quickly hustled back down to the farm teams.


Over the course of his hockey career, 6 NHL Hockey teams had held his rights.


When he was traded, it was usually because both the major league team and the farm team wanted to give him up.


Now he was with his 7th NHL team.


But no lucky 7 for him.


Once again he played down on the farm.


But injuries to a couple of players on the 4th line one month before the season was over and Ted Logan had been called up from the farm team as a replacement.


He usually played a few minutes of the game and was then quickly benched the rest of the game.


This was the longest time Ted Logan had played in the actual NHL itself.


But only because a couple of 4th line players were out with injuries.


This would be his last season.


Neither his farm team nor his NHL team would probably want him back.


What was he to do now?


Washed up at the age of 30.


“You’re a bum,” his dad had said to him in his ride over to tonight’s game- the last of the season, “you could have been a good hockey player if you had put your mind to it. Not a great hockey player. But a good one. But you blew that through your excessive boozing.”


In the hallway of the arena before this current period, his wife told him, “I’m leaving you, Ted. I can’t take it any more. At least when you were in the minor leagues, you had some pay cheque coming in. But that’s gone now. And what can you do besides being a bad hockey player? Nothing.”


“Wait,” Ted protested, “maybe something will pan out. Think about it. Wait until the next game…”


“You moron,” she said to him, “you don’t even know what game this is. THIS IS the last game of the season. There are no more games after this. Not for this team. And definitely not for you.”


She walked away swaying in her high heels and left him standing there.


Ted Logan’s son Ted Jr. was at home watching the game.


He could not bear watching his dad make a fool of himself while sitting in the arena.


So here he was watching the game on TV.


Although he had made the mistake of inviting a few friends over.


“Hey, your dad totally sucks,” one supposed friend said to him when Ted’s father passed the puck to an opposing player.


“Logan, your dad is such a loser,” another supposed friend said to him.


And now here Ted Logan Sr. was sitting on the bench- where he had been for most of this game.


Ted looked at the clock.


Only 1 minute 58 seconds left in this period.


And one of his fellow 4th line players had been injured after crashing too hard into the boards.


The clock had stopped as the player lay on the ice.


The team doctor motioned to the coach.


He’d be out for the rest of the game.


A stretcher came out to the ice.


The coach sighed as he looked at Logan with contempt.


“All right, Logan,” he finally said, “get out there and try your best not to lose this game for us.”


Logan skated out on to the ice.


A minute 30 seconds left in the period.


So far he hadn’t done anything stupid.


A minute left.


Again, he hadn’t done anything stupid.


30 seconds left.


Logan stood there paralyzed.


But then so were the rest of his team- standing paralyzed.


The opposing team’s lead goal scorer was coming down the ice towards his team’s goalie on a breakaway.


The only player on his team that was even close to him was himself- Ted Logan.


Logan realized he better do something.


He skated towards the player.


Right at him.


To his shock, he managed to get the puck away from him


Then he skated as if his life depended on it with the puck.


When he looked up again, he noticed he was only feet away from the opposing team’s goalie.


He and the goalie were the only two in the immediate vicinity.


Logan looked back.


Both his own and the other team’s players looked at him with shock on their faces.


He had to do something he figured.


So he shot the puck in the direction of the opposing team’s goalie and hoped and prayed for the best.





                                            *      *     *


“… yes, he’ll be out for the rest of this game.  With a minute and 58 seconds left to go in this triple overtime period of Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final between the Vancouver Canucks and the Boston Bruins, a collective groan has risen up from the fans here at Rogers Arena as Ted Logan comes on to the ice to replace him…

and that other sound you here is the collective groan of fans outside the Arena all over the streets of Vancouver…


“… you’re watching Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final here on CBC’s Hockey NIght In Canada… in this 3rd overtime period of a 1-1 tied game between the Vancouver Canucks and the Boston Bruins… and it looks like it may be headed to a 4th overtime period….”


“… Wait a minute… maybe not… the Boston Bruins’ Brad Marchand has got the puck and is away on a breakaway… he’s heading down the ice straight towards Luongo… who’s been superb for most of this game… but the question is… will he be able to stop Marchand who’s moving at incredible speed…”


“… the only player outside Luongo within distance of Marchand is Logan… and Logan seems to have woken up and is moving towards Marchand… unbelievable, Logan has actually got the puck away from Marchand… wow… look at him go… I can’t believe this… Ted Logan is on a breakaway of his own towards Boston Bruins’ goalie Tuuka Rask… there’s only 5 seconds left in this third overtime period… Ted Logan shoots the puck…”




                                   *       *       *


Mrs. Ted Logan was driving home back towards the family apartment in Port Moody.  She had left Rogers Arena after telling Ted that she was leaving him.


She had the car radio on and was listening to the game.


She had pulled over to the side of the road when she heard that her husband had gotten the puck away from Marchand.


She nervously fingered her skirt…


… and then burst into tears when she heard these words,


“… he scores… unbelievable… Ted Logan has just scored the winning goal in Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final with only 5 seconds left in this third overtime period…”




                                       *         *       *



“Your dad totally rocks,” one of his friends high-fived Ted Logan Jr.


“Your dad’s the greatest,” another friend also high-fived him.



                                    *       *       *


Up in the stands with the rest of the fans was Ted Logan’s father Conrad Logan.


Conrad was on his feet with the rest cheering and shouting.


A huge smile on Conrad’s face.


And a Pacific Ocean of tears falling from his eyes.



                                 *     *     *


“In a game and a moment that will surely be talked about for decades to come in Vancouver, Ted Logan has scored the winning goal for the Canucks against the Bruins here in Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final with only 5 seconds left to go in the third overtime period… you can hear the cheers all over downtown Vancouver from Griffiths Way in the east to Denman Street in the west and from Hastings Street in the north to Davie Street in the south… the Vancouver Canucks have just won their 1st ever Stanley Cup…”



                                         *      *     *


Ted Logan’s breath stopped when he saw the red light behind the back of the net come on…


… indicating that the goal had gone in…


…. Ted quickly found himself being hugged by the rest of his team mates…


… he looked in the direction of the bench and the coach was looking at him not with his usual contempt but a huge smile… and a thumbs up…


… The crowd here at Rogers Arena were on their feet…


… chanting his name…


“… Logan! Logan! Logan!… “


Ted Logan…


… was now…


…no longer…


… nobody’s hero.





-A short story written by Christopher

 Friday night April 12th 2013.



  1. Dracul Van Helsing said,

    Reblogged this on Dracul Van Helsing and commented:

    This was a short story I wrote back in April of 2013.

    It’s actually quite different from the stuff I usually write (which is usually of a supernatural or mythological and folkloric nature).

    Since I now have many more readers than I did back in April of 2013, I thought I would share this again.

  2. Hyperion said,

    Very good Chris, I like how it led up to the great moment and cycled through all the ones that condemned him earlier.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Thanks very much, Daniel. 🙂

      • Hyperion said,

        You never fail to entertain and show the depth of your intellect in many ways. The versatility in your writing is always apparent. We gotta get the world hooked on this world you create.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Yes, Daniel, I very much hope that happens.

      • Hyperion said,

        My father would say those exact same words to me and he would add, “Keep shoveling. We don’t have all day.” Those were NOT the good ole days.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        These are not the good old days here either.

        Some asshole business didn’t bother scraping the ice off the sidewalk in front in front of them and I slipped and landed with full impact right on my thumb of all things.

        I’ve been sitting here in a restaurant with my thumb bleeding profusely for an hour.

        It’s finally stopped and the waitress has brought me a bandaid.

        So anyhow I really hope things start improving for me and soon.

      • Hyperion said,

        There is no way to feel like the good ole days are upon you after such an event. I do hope it doesn’t get any worse.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        I certainly hope not, Daniel.

      • Hyperion said,

        Hi chris, I thought it might be better to start at the beginning to introduce Sherrielock Holmes with Lilith Meets Erdogan, a hilariously good chapter. and follow the other stories in sequence. Placing the introduction you recently did next. You should see a pingback to approve when it publishes tomorrow at 0400am US EST. So when you see it you may have to approve it so readers can click on the link to go to your site. I hope you approve. Please let me know if it meets with your approval.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Yes, Daniel, that meets with my approval. 🙂

      • Hyperion said,

        Excellent! The world will never be the same after the Dragons and the Vampire Slayer reunite. 😀

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Perhaps Gloria will end up wanting to get it on with me instead of Peter.

        As that old ’80s song went, “Calling Gloria…”

      • Hyperion said,

        I think that can be arranged! My CEO, Ms. Lee, can make that happen.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Excellent. 🙂

      • Hyperion said,

        Looking forward to seeing how it turns out 😇

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Yes, I’m keeping my fingers crossed as well.

      • Hyperion said,


      • Dracul Van Helsing said,


  3. Sara Flower Kjeldsen said,

    Wow I love this one! The start was so sad, and I love how it turned around and he got his big moment. I need to go back and read your other posts!

  4. ѕнєяяιє ∂є ναℓєяια said,

    This happened real life for many people out there.
    We, are all Ted Logan sometimes.
    He should have a new loyal wife who stays on his side in both the good and bad days. He should find new friends who does love him even in times of darkness and need.
    Ted should go elsewhere than there …

    Sad story, Chris, but brilliantly written.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Thanks, Sherrie. 🙂

      Your powers of perception are always right on the mark.

      We are all Ted Logan.

      Ted Logan just needed a break in life.

      And then he got it.

      But as you pointed out, his former detractors have suddenly jumped on his bandwagon when he got that break.

      But where were the people who were with him in his darkest hour?

      If I manage to get through this period of tribulation in my life and don’t end up homeless, I’ll remember who my true friends were during this time- you my dear Sherrie, Daniel, Ana, Nicholas and Carolyn.

      • ѕнєяяιє ∂є ναℓєяια said,

        Don´t scare me with such a fate that might befall you, my dear friend … I am on the edge of tears thinking of you over here while I am in safe and warm home with all the comfort I still have despite the problems I am facing right now … I pray that you will be okay …


      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Thanks, my dear friend.

        Please pray for a Christmas miracle.

        I definitely need one.

        Today when I was walking down the street, some stupid business never bothered scraping the ice on their sidewalk in front of their place.

        I slipped and fell to the ground and cut my thumb open of all things.

        My thumb bled for an hour.

        Bad things like that have happened to me on and off for the past 5 years in addition to all my other troubles that happened after my dad died.

        Pray that good things will finally start happening in my life.


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