Hockey Is Life…
by Richard Currao
How do we get on with things like they once were? For me, it is easy as 3 letters. N-H-L and N-Y-R. Hockey. New York Rangers Hockey. I need it more than I ever needed it before. I thought I was starving for it back on August 3rd, when it was 105 degrees out, the Yankees were going to yet another post season and the Rangers were toying with riding the Big Train. But now, after the atrocities we have seen take place in our red, white, and blue back yard, I am fixing for it like a strung out addict.