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.
No comments:
Post a Comment