Hope

The NHL Draft is like when the snow starts to melt in Canada.  People are cautiously hopeful, because they feel that the future is going to be better than the past.

Every year my team selects 7 to 10 spring chickens, and I hope that they will grow to the point where they will be part of my hockey addiction.

Most of them will never play a game for the Washington Capitals.  But for at least a day, as they pull on that sweater and smile for the camera, they are all heroes.  They make me feel hopeful.

Empty

Not having hockey to watch makes me feel empty, like a ship in port.

Following the news around buyouts, the draft and free agency on Twitter is all the oxygen I get these days.

The Waiting Begins

Another NHL season is over and summer is here - all we can do now is enjoy the draft and free agency and wait for training camp to begin - where hope springs eternal.

A Cup full of emotions

As Chicago won the cup last night, I was playing 3-on-3 hockey with Peter, and walked out just in time to see the tying and winning goals.

For me it's a perfect trifecta:  deciding to begin again the emotion and hockey related writings of Hockey Amor, playing the game, and watching it's ultimate yearly moment.

It's good to be back.

Hockey Amor