Alexandre Daigle is standing in the lobby at Bells Sensplex, wearing clothes that are now so very out of style for him — hockey pants and hockey socks — along with the perma-grin of someone who is high on life.
Eleven seasons have now passed since he last skated in the NHL, seven since the end of his playing career in Europe, and the first pick of the 1993 NHL entry draft is asked if he misses the game.
“I don’t,” Daigle said bluntly. “I played since I was eight, man. Can I do something else? Can I?