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I just had this rare moment of believing my life is perfect. 4:30 on a Saturday afternoon, I've had 2 beers between hockey games where I get to watch this guy pour all he has in his 10 year old body on the ice and skate into the locker room all eyeballs and teeth, proud of his effort, win or lose. I made him some pre-game pasta and sat down to send a few emails and listen to Dinosaur Jr. on my headphones so not to interrupt his Spongebob episode. The music hits me where music is supposed to hit you, I love my friends and family, the northern sun outside is starting to overpower the ice and I look up to see this in front of me. Maybe my life really is perfect.