Summary:

When Scott Hunter ventured out on his balcony after the 2011 All Star Game, he only wanted to get some air. He didn't expect to overhear a couple of rookies having sex. He definitely didn't anticipate hearing his own name. But when Hollander catches him eavesdropping, Scott does the upstanding thing and offers his phone number in case the younger men ever have questions about being closeted hockey players. It's the least he can do, right? Anyway, he'll probably never get a text back.

Probably...

AKA Scott Hunter listens to the mating call—perhaps a little too well.