Hockey Boy

I came for the hockey puns and stayed for the existential dread of watching two people who clearly adore each other play chicken with their own pride. Teddy Hamilton’s Len Mercer is a masterclass in contradiction: a washed-up defenseman whose voice is all gravel and regret, but whose heart still skates circles around his brain. He sounds like he’s been yelling at refs since puberty ended. Samantha Brentmoor’s Lennox Kennedy, on the other hand, is a live wire wrapped in denim and smirks. Her delivery crackles with the kind of confidence that makes you wonder if she’s ever once doubted herself—which, plotwise, is a bold choice. The narration duo works like a well-oiled power play: Hamilton’s brooding anchors the play, Brentmoor’s razor wit slices through the schmaltz, and together they milk every groan-worthy pun for maximum cringe-laughs. That said, the editing occasionally stumbles like an overconfident rookie on a breakaway: a few abrupt cuts in emotional beats feel jarring, and the epilogue’s tempo drags like a third-period penalty kill. But these are nitpicks in a game that’s otherwise a hat trick—funny, heartfelt, and just hot enough to make you question your own life choices. If you’ve ever screamed at the TV during a hockey game, this audiobook’s your overtime.