I was born June 7, 1995. Yeah… that’s hockey play off/ Stanley Cup Final territory.

The day I was born, my mom was sleeping (she was in labor for like 23 hours without the pain meds… this is why my mother scares me) and my dad was holding me.

Given the nature of my family, naturally my mother’s hospital room TV was turned to one of the most beautiful channels my father has ever seen: the first game of hockey he and I watched together.

He told me “Honey… this is hockey. We are going to watch a lot of this.”

Yeah, my first day on earth in my little blankie burrito and I was watching Detroit and Chicago play for the Western Conference.

Side note: Detroit destroyed Chicago but New Jersey won that year.