This is what Red Chief said to me the other day after his second day of Hobey Hopeful Camp:
RC: Mom, I’m never going to make it to the NHL.
Me: Why do you say that, honey?
RC: Because I can’t tie my own skates.
Me: Honey, if you make it to the NHL, I will come and tie your skates for you every day.
RC: Mom, that’s nice of you to offer but you’ll be dead by then.
My (then) six-year old asked his mother and me if we would go to his games if he was drafted by the Ducks.