Playoff hockey takes me back to a happy place in my childhood.
When I was growing up off Kingshighway and Tholozan, I would follow my older brother, Bryan, everywhere.
When you are the younger sibling, the older bro is the essential guide for chaos and coolness, the center of the galaxy when it comes to adventure. I’d play pickup hockey with him in the abandoned Famous Barr parking lot, battle him in NHL ‘93, and combat him with Brett Hull when he developed a crush on Jeremy Roenick’s play.
At the heart of it was a shared adoration for hockey and everything about it, connecting the ties that bind between two brothers in South City.