Please Wear Blue to My Funeral

I should not have been thinking about hockey at my dear friend’s father’s funeral. However, on May 4, 2014, at age 44, I publicly declared myself a New York Rangers fan, and today, 120 sad, speechless hours after their elimination from the Stanley Cup Finals, I still can’t remember what else I used to think about. It’s not like I woke up bored one day, or in need of a broken heart. In fact, I’ve watched Rangers games fairly regularly for the last two years. But at some point during the first round of the 2014 playoffs,…

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