Some combos just can’t be beat. Chocolate and peanut butter. Coffee and donuts. In sports, there have been many perfect duos: Stockton and Malone, Jordan and Pippen. In hockey there was the “Hull and Oates” show in St. Louis in the 1990s. Today, there is Sidney Crosby and, well, pretty much anybody. You can add […]
Read more "An Unstoppbale Duo"Like a lot of kids, Ryan has some wonderfully creative language all his own. We don’t hear much of it anymore, but I cherish the few instances it pops up, a reminder that childhood isn’t quite done. Among my favorite original phrases is a recent addition. Any fancy goal in hockey, one that involves slick […]
Read more "Swoopdie-Swoopdie Goals"By the time this week is done, I will have played hockey three times in three nights, at three different rinks, and with three different groups of people. I doubt I have done this since high school. Beyond apologizing to Veronica for leaving her with the kids (sorry honey!) I also want to thank three […]
Read more "A Passion, Reignited"After Friday’s rocky start and somewhat better ending — including a mutual decision with Ryan’s psychiatrist to leave him completely off medication for now — we headed into the weekend with an open mind. Our plans included a family friend’s bar mitzvah and a Devils game on Saturday — an aggressive social calendar for us. […]
Read more "Dancing Man"Dear Anxiety, It’s me — Neil. You may remember me from such conversations as “€<%# off,” “leave my kid the %^?< alone,” and “are you $@&?ing kidding me?” I’m sorry about those. Can we start over? We can? Good. Go $@¥% yourself. Oops, I guess I did it again. We were enjoying enduring another typically […]
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Pucks and Puzzle Pieces 