“They’ve got to stop sending me to these things.” “That bad?” “I feel like I should give those guys their money back.” “So I guess we can cross pro golfer off your post-hockey retirement plan?” “Shouldn’t seem that different, right?” We head toward the kitchen when he catches a whiff of the food warming in the oven. “A stick and a projectile. But half the time I couldn’t even tell where the damn ball went.”
