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IN my 3 or 4 year old mind, anything that excited my Father the way that hockey did, must be an important part of life. I'm 52 and the only thing we've consistently agreed on or even had in common was our love of the CH. It probably kept me from getting kicked out a few times and in his declining years, it's about all we have to talk about. Well that and how weird my brother is.
Whenever life's stresses seem to be too ominpresent, I can retreat into figuring out who they should trade for, project point totals for their wingers next year, put together lines etc. Beats drugs.
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