I love hockey.

I would take hockey on a movie date, buy it popcorn and Raisinettes, and let it hog the armrest. I would make sure hockey was home before curfew.

That's how truly, deeply, madly I love hockey.

College basketball and I are slightly less committed, and I'll follow most other sports when they tease me into doing so. I'm a big believer in Kenny Mayne and the Code, and I was more than a little upset when Brian Engblom cut his mullet.

I hate pink jerseys more than anything else in the world.

I like to write about the unknown—the trade no one cares about, the player who everyone's forgotten, the angle no one's thought of. Perhaps fittingly, my favorite authors are Rick Reilly and Jack Falla.

I would trade my soul, but not my skates, for 365 days of playoff-caliber hockey.