I was four when my parents first put me on ice. I crashed into the boards and made one of the hockey moms spill her hot chocolate. This was something I could get into. A few years later I witnessed my first professional game. It was an original six matchup at Madison Square Garden. Hash marks, grinders, wrap arounds, one timers and off to the sin bin. Man was I hooked. Even now, the smell of the ice still fires me up. See, if a man has one true sport, ya know the one that distracts you when your girlfriend is talking to you, well then hockey is mine. Don’t get me wrong, I love my girlfriend but I also love a good cross-check, saucer pass and coast to coast for the natural hat-trick. And right now, the playoffs beards are in full effect. I’m pullin’ for the Caps. Alex Ovechkin might very well be to hockey what Sopranos is to HBO.
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