You know, some day I’ll stop being so damn sappy and mushy and sentimental on this blog. Someday I’ll just talk about ice conditions and hose adapters and weather forecasts. But I’m sorry, that day won’t be January 1, 2010. Because on the first day of this new decade, sometime between breakfast and the start of the Winter Classic at 1, my son took his first steps in hockey skates on our backyard rink. It was one of those moments that I dreamt about when the ultrasound tech said “It’s a boy.” One of those moments that is so big and awesome and incredible that I actually found myself mentally reflecting on the ramifications while it was happening. It was the ultimate dad moment, and something I will never ever forget.
January 1, 2010: The day I became a hockey father. Oh, and if the morning’s events weren’t enough, the Bruins won the Winter Classic in OT. On my lap for Marco Sturm’s overtime game-winner? My hockey son.