Valentine's was a week ago but the love keeps on coming. Well, actually, the love, if there is any, has and continues to be clobbered unmercifully by exhaustion. My wife is feeling it pretty bad these days and if I were at home raising two small children, I'd be laying face first in the soggy moss of our backyard. She, too, would be there if she had the energy. But today is slightly different for me... you see, today is the day where I meet up with my buds and play hockey at the Staples Center. (That reminds me: I need to take a mouthful of advil.) We do this like twice a year. Lots of trash talking and accusations of man-on-man love making... one guy even went so far as to compare himself to Rob Lowe in the movie "Youngblood" and suggesting he would do to me what Rob did to some bearded knucklehead. Are you kidding me? Hard to believe he's channeling Rob Lowe to get up for a game – what a maroon. Anyhow, it should be a blast and I'm hoping my old legs churn more than convulse. We'll see... Aside from the hockey, we do this to honor a pal of ours, Chet Peterson, who died during a game two years ago. He was only 30 or 31 at the time and was an amazingly good person whose skills on the ice were surpassed only by his humanity. His smarts, generosity and perseverance were and continue to be an inspiration... he's a reminder to do the right thing and take advantage of living before it can unexpectedly end.