Before we get this thing rolling, I just want to give a little background info on where exactly hockey resides in the sports Pangaea of my life, and the reasons behind it. Growing up, in the Chicago suburbs, hockey was basically non-existent. The general chatter about the sport was nothing more than a butterfly landing on a tree branch 10,000 miles away. I knew one, and only one, hockey fan from 6th grade until 12th grade. His name was Brad and he endured years of jokes and unoriginal one liners from everybody about how much hockey “sucked” or was “boring” or whatever not-very-clever negative adjective a teenager could come up with…..
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