Standing against the boards, a 6-foot-3, 220-pound, 21-year-old hockey player. Chinstrap undone, pucks at his feet, focused on the battle ahead. Then come several light taps on the glass. Nervous ones, but hopeful.
Minnesota Wild forward Charlie Coyle maybe due to excellent hearing or just the slightest glimpse out of his peripheral vision found the source of the faint claps to the glass and turned ever so slightly to get a look at a young fan desperate for acknowledgement.
Coyle gave a simple wave to the awestruck little fellow and a wry grin before going back to preparing to do the job he’s paid handsomely to do. It wasn’t much, but it was everything.
As if he had received the gift he had been dreaming about all the way to Christmas morning, the young fan beamed. Hand over his mouth, almost in disbelief. “He saw me? He saw me!” Continue reading



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