As some of you may know, I’m originally from Chicago. And while I didn’t live there very long, that’s where my sports allegiances lie. And that means I’m a Chicago Blackhawks fan. That view is becoming less and less popular around these parts as the Dallas Stars have dramatically improved. If you follow professional hockey, you know that we’ve had Stanley Cup fever for the past several years. Sadly, our dreams were cut short this season. But during that time, my youngest son Joseph has developed an interest in the sport and asked Martha and I if he could play. But there’s a special catch with hockey. You see, if you can walk or run, you can participate in almost any sport. But not so with hockey. You see, hockey is played on this real slick stuff called ice, and you’ve got to master that before you can even think about playing the game of hockey. Unfortunately for Joe, he doesn’t come from what I would call a legacy of skilled ice skaters. In fact, Martha says my ice skating ability is in the style of a “flailing polar bear”. But Joe is a real good athlete and I knew he was going to pick it up quickly.