I broke up with hockey in early Autumn. It wasn’t me, it was it, and I spent the next few months going between missing it terribly and being furious that it left me in the first place. Didn’t it know how much it meant to me? How different my life was without it? Sure, there were other hockeys. But they weren’t my #1. Plenty of fish in the sea, some fish even overseas, but my heart remained loyal. In the months between the breakup and now, I heard rumblings about hockey coming back into town. I wasn’t sure how I …








