“But the thing I really loved was watching my dad watch a hockey game. He was a very mild-mannered person, except when it came to sports. And when it came to sports, he was still pretty reserved, except when it came to hockey. Just a lovable lunatic. He could barely sit still in front of the TV, directing the players on the ice second by second, calling for line changes, harassing the referees, all while keeping up a running commentary that rivaled the announcers. It was impossible not to love”