Throughout the year, I’ve written in this space about the bizarre feeling that accompanies diving into a world that I had previously idolized so much. This evening’s Life on the Road analysis of the Florida Panthers, however, takes that to a new level.
Tonight I get to write about Jaromir Jagr, and my Jagr exposure was a truly eye opening experience. He was injured halfway through the game and didn’t return and we didn’t get a chance to speak, but he was still there. THE Jaromir Jagr. The mullet. Puffnuts. A player who has been in the NHL for as long as I’ve been aware of the sport, and a player who seems never to age.