I feel I should begin with a disclaimer—a preemptive surrender of sorts to all of the crazed hockey fans who will be simply incensed by the path this article takes. So, for the sake of self-preservation, mingled with a hint of good sportsmanship, allow me to state for the record:
I like hockey. I do. Really. The movement, the speed, the agility...the fights! I can’t follow that flattened piece of rubber to save my life, but I love, love, LOVE a good gloves-off/jersey-over-the-head fight!
Now, I didn’t grow up with hockey. I was raised in a house that revered pinstripes and reserved autumn Sundays for screaming at flying yellow flags. So, up until fairly recently, I didn’t know much about the sport beyond the basics—Stanley Cup, Wayne Gretsky, Zamboni…
What changed, you ask? What recent event has suddenly thrust the world of hockey onto my radar? Why, I fell in love. With a hockey fan. A BIG hockey fan. More specifically, a big RANGERS fan. Of course, just saying he's a "big hockey fan" doesn't seem to do his devotion justice. Honestly, it doesn't even scratch the surface.
Much akin to the way a blushing bride-to-be co ...
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