The Boy’s grandparents have been to three straight games and he is quite coincidentally on a three game scoring streak. I’ve been known to shout “don’t pass it to him” down from the stands on the occasions when his scoring touch has been less than deft – usually drawing chuckles from the dads and the ire of disapproving moms. In any case, the first thing he said when he came out of the dressing room after a 3-2 victory last night was “Great. Nana and papa have come to three games in a row and I’ve scored three games in a row. But now they’re leaving for Florida for six months and I’m screwed.” He’ll probably get a couple more games with the elders in tow, but after that he’s on his own. May have to tuck a photo of nana and papa in his bag or back pocket though in at least a symbolic attempt to placate the hockey gods. That or go searching for for that old rabbit’s foot. Failing that, playing hard, smart hockey is always a good fall back plan.