The reason I got into hockey was actually because of my brother. When he was little, he had a pretty nasty fall on the ice. See, hockey was his sport, not mine. I was never as good a skater, as good with the puck. I couldn't skate backwards too well, I wasn't the best at anything - that was my brother. And then, at the ripe old age of eleven, he broke his leg and had to have it amputated. I play for him more than anything - that's why I got involved in the game, that's why I put in the work that I did to get here - to get to the league. It was all so that I could live his dream - and really, so that he could live his dream through me. Each day I go out on the ice, I thank my lucky stars that I get to play this wonderful game, and I always try and look for him in the crowd, on the offchance he could make it to our game.