Chapter 2There’s something magical about a new sports season. Seeing old friends again, renewing acquaintances and rivalries. Wiping the slate clean, starting out on the same footing as everyone else. No wins, no losses. An ocean of possibility ahead, unspoiled as a sheet of freshly-groomed ice.
But as I stood in the face-off circle during a stoppage in play during our broomball season opener against our arch-rivals, the Spring Chickens, I couldn’t help finding the event bittersweet. Aching muscles had become more and more the norm during the recently-concluded softball season, and I had to face the fact that one day, the clock would run out on my team sports career.
Already, I was playing on borrowed time. The same could be said for most of the players on the Crush, the team for which I
