West: Cool. How’d it go with Tripp? * * * How did it go with Tripp? It went? It was weird? It felt like an out-of-body experience to be faced with a grown man who is supposedly my son. Hell, he looks enough like me that the DNA test is probably entirely unnecessary. He looks like me, if I were a twenty-four-year-old NHL star who grew up in the lap of luxury. And his mom? She can barely look at me at all.
