last night
I walked into the living room and my dad was watching part of a game from last year on the NHL Network (totally sad and desperate, right? I was so there). There were the sounds of skates on ice and bodies crunching into the boards. The familiar arena music, the announcers. Marc-André Fleury doing his butterfly thing and making a save with 10 seconds left. My heart must have skipped a beat. I miss hockey season so much it hurts.
