One of the best things about being a hockey fan is getting to know other hockey fans. I mean, just today, our Florida family grew by three. An afternoon of talking hockey, a stoked 6-year-old and slightly crispy burgers should be the first of many gatherings.
Isn't it amazing how a sport -- any sport for that matter -- bonds people? The love of our game, from shinny on a patio to an NHL center-ice dot, doesn't care about gender, race or the recipient of our prayers.
What does matter? The colors of our teams. The players who've worn them. The memories they've created.
It was, indeed, a great hockey day.
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