On the Bruins bench, just the other side of the plexiglas in front of me, a couple of young guys in T-shirts are picking up the plastic water bottles which the players have discarded. It isn't glamorous work, but apparently the team will never lack for applicants. There are some guys sitting behind me at the practice. Maybe they're eighteen. Maybe it would be.
Fulfillment comes in all sorts of packages.
Most folks who deal with pro athletes all the time continue to regard hockey players as among the most personable. Now the players are back at it, and the guy behind me is talking to his friend in the next seat. Here it comes. I coulda been a contender. But the burly guy surprises me.