I would be remiss if I didn't take a moment to compliment the Wild on the Derek Boogaard tribute ceremony that was held before Sunday's game. It brought me to tears a couple of times, and it was obvious that most fans were touched as well.
What particularly choked me up was that I couldn't stop watching his parents, and thinking about their journey. As a hockey dad, I understand the hopes and dreams you have for your child, and they went through it all: From watching him learn to skate, rising through the ranks, improving and learning, and then - making your wildest dreams come true - he makes it to the NHL. His father, Len, talked about looking out of his hotel room across the street from the X, watching Derek head for the arena for his first NHL game back in 2005, and I know what incredible pride he must have felt.
And then I think about having that "high," having your son achieve his dream, and then - before he even turns 30 years old - you have to bury him. His family must be carrying more pain and sorrow than I can imagine, and I just couldn't stop watching them during the ceremony, nor stop my heart from aching for them. Here it is:
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