Thankfully my childhood hero, Al Iafrate, has long retired and wasn't on the ice driving the puck that day.
Though it makes me chuckle to think I have sat at Caps games (early 90's) wishing I was hit so I could keep a puck of his, that I could then use it on my own home ice at practice.
And this from a kid born in Tennessee, having somehow played ice hockey growing up. Go figure.
It will make a great story and I hope he comes to realize it later, especially when it's retold to a cute girl that he may come to like. +Melisa Beliwicz
, sorry for the ramble, I've just caught myself reliving my own hockey story, my own scars over the knuckles of my right hand told to the cute girl now my wife, over two decades ago.