He was sweaty, he was tired, he was a little cold. It was Minnesota in the winter, after all, and he was sitting on a throwaway couch anchored in a foot of snow. He had just finished playing hours of…

He was sweaty, he was tired, he was a little cold. It was Minnesota in the winter, after all, and he was sitting on a throwaway couch anchored in a foot of snow. He had just finished playing hours of…
I know, I know, it’s been a while. In fact, it’s been my longest writing drought since this site was launched. But it’s for good reasons, I promise. I’ll let you know what they are soon enough. I don’t typically…
I received an email about a month ago from Sean Patrick Dean, a new reader of the site and future backyard rinkbuilder. As we exchanged emails, we realized that we had some common hockey roots: we both grew up playing…