“He’s loud and he loves hockey.”
Two friends happened to meet years ago and this was the part of their interaction that they relayed to me. Maybe I was yearning for some unfound depth that I lacked in my 20s (and still lack today), but I remember pleading to my group, “come on, I’m more than that.” One of my drinking buddies quickly shot me down. “That’s how I’d describe you, too.” An eavesdropping bartender (RIP Coco’s) chimed in to agree.
They weren’t wrong, so writing more about this team was probably overdue. As much as I’d like to think my wife or dog, Zamboni, was interested in how pleasantly surprised I was with Lukas Sedlak in November, I probably needed more of an outlet.