I should have seen it coming. The Stanley Cup magically appeared in the living room two days ago after many months in the garage. It’s been the new wake up call since. They lifted the cup together while Max said I have practice at 7 am, Elzy has to have surgery on his hernia. Marko would soon to follow his lead. Umm, what? Forget seven a.m. “Where’d he get a hernia." "From hockey." “Oh, that's too bad.”
