Azey (Azevedo) has a “lower body” injury and will be out for a while. Now all he does is lie in his room and listen to “Every Rose Has Its Thorn.” It’s hard to get to sleep with him crying over how well written the song is. […] It’s late November and still no snow. […] I walked out of the rink the other day and Westy was catching some rays. I know the female readers are probably picturing a Fabio type image as I say that, and let me be the first to tell you it was. Except there was no white horse, just Cliche.