Remember the feeling when you wake up late for the school bus in the morning and then you find yourself half asleep, disheveled rushing for the bus that arrives in five minutes?
Ah yes, memories.
The hockey preseason always feels that way to me.
Fighting off the month of September feels, as the weather can’t decide whether it wants to be late summer or early fall.
It starts getting darker earlier, football returns to our television sets and then – oh hey! – hockey is back already.
I am not ready for summer to end or winter to start.