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Os dias os mais frios aquecem melhor meu coração do hockey

At one point the Wilson team captain — I’m guessing he was about 17 years old — took a hand-held microphone and stood before a hundred people in the room and told us, “What you’re doing for us tonight is going to benefit the team years after I leave the program.”

And by the way, the 100 of us gathered at Clyde’s Friday night, with beers in hand, we watched the Caps kick the snot out of Marty Brodeur and the Devils, 4-0! Four times during the game we all broke out in a chant of “C-A-P-S CAPSCAPSCAPS!!!” It was raucous.

It was a perfect night, Coach.

Coach, we raised thousands of dollars for Washington’s only public high school hockey team. And you played a big part in it.

I need to ask two more favors of you. First, promise me that you’ll share this letter with Mrs. Kaminski and your daughters, so they know your role in helping save an important part of youth hockey in Washington, D.C., where you’re remembered and missed greatly. Secondly, just as you asked me for my size for a gift a few months ago, I need yours now, cause there’s a token of appreciation I need to get out your way.

I’m guessing your wear a large — the size of your heart. But confirm it for me.

–John