The Universal Language

My apologies. I’m saying that straight out. I’m huddled next to my cell phone, awaiting news on my nephew’s arrival into this world. Second nephew, whose name I will find out for sure probably before twenty-four hours are up. My mind is not solely on hockey. Or the Flyers for that matter. But wasn’t Wednesday’s game fun? Apparently, in the WFC, once the Flyers hit four goals, those in charge of the music (are they called DJs even when the song is never played to the fullest?) play the song “Hot, Hot, Hot.” Or something like that. When I heard …