Sometime after midnight tonight, I will tiptoe into Ryan’s room. I will kneel at his bedside, brush his hair from his face, and gently prod him awake with my hand. He will bolt upright in bed, because that is how he always wakes up — instant on, ready to go, 100 miles per hour. The […]
Read more "Hope and Game Seven"I had Riley and Ryan with me for Bring Your Child to Work Day yesterday. As I work in hockey, this has become sort of a second Christmas for our family. It’s also among the many, many activities that have gone from being absolutely terrifying to almost routine. Before I brought Ryan for the first […]
Read more "I Am Ordering. Hear Me Roar"Ryan loves pizza. He’s not real picky about it either, as long as it’s plain cheese. Frozen Target pizzas are a regular treat. He makes his own, rolling out the pop-can dough, baking the crust, adding the cheese, sauce and spices, and placing in the oven. But his most favorite pizza comes from a small […]
Read more "People Who Matter: Jim the Pizza Guy"I hate endings. Hate ’em. It gets all dusty up in the room any time there’s a graduation, a season-ending game, a championship, heck even “One Shining Moment” gets me. But we’ve made a habit of attending the last New Jersey Devils home game each year, and once again, I’m glad we did. Way back […]
Read more "Memories Are What Matter"Last week I heard from an old work colleague on Facebook. We haven’t worked together for nearly a decade, but have kept in touch over social media. R is a reader and occasional commenter on the blog, a talented writer, a dad to two beautiful girls, and a “hockey person.” In these parts, “hockey person” […]
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Pucks and Puzzle Pieces 