If I never hear the word hockey again, it will be too soon. That's why you won't find a single item in my sporting goods store; no blades, pucks, or sticks.
It never existed for all I care. But I care. More than I want to. It still hurt. Not my arm. The pain doesn't bother me anymore. It was the rage, hostility, humiliation and of course - the gut-ripping realization of knowing my career with the NHL was over. Only two years...