My ovaries just exploded. I’ve spent the last fifteen minutes watching Vaughn Vassar—the man voted least friendly player in the league—playing Sharks and Minnows with a rink full of mite-level special-needs kids. Not for the cameras—there weren’t any. And not out of some obligation—the full-on belly laughs and absolutely delighted gleam in his eyes leave no doubt about that. Vaughn loves playing with these kids. And any chance I had at putting this pesky crush behind me while he’s still in town just went poof, taking whatever shot I had of cutting out of the rink before he saw me with it.
