An Open Letter to NHL Owners From a Hockey Parent

A really wonderful thing happened this year: my son discovered hockey. He played on a local Squirts team with a group of kids who all had more skill than him. The first day of practice, he was hugging the boards, barely able to stand on his skates. But, unlike basketball, football, baseball, and a dozen other activities he'd tried before hockey, he kept at it. He begged me to go skate after school. He practiced his stick skills in the driveway with a tennis ball and a couple of old cardboard boxes to represent the framework of a goal. He started watching game recaps just to see what the pros could do.

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