“You must be so excited for James to go into the NFL,” I say, grasping at the weak opportunity for a conversation change. “Excited? Yes. Terrified? Also yes. I watched my husband get knocked down routinely by men built like freight trains for seventeen years. It’s not for the faint of heart, Bex.” “At least they don’t usually fight like they do in NHL hockey.” “Don’t even get me started,”
