When Marc Savard formally announced his retirement earlier this week, a small piece of my love for hockey died.
This is going to get a little personal, sorry.
On January 1, 2009, I turned 23 years old and my father took me to my first NHL game. Up to that point, I had only ever watched hockey in passing or by accident. My rugby team in college had gone to a few Boston University games to support our fellow athletes but it wasn’t until after I graduated that I took an interest in the NHL.