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mack, preaching to his choir of bootcamp attendees on the same ice he grew up grinding down to a fine dust under his skate blades with his brother every morning before school in vancouver: you think your edges don't matter now, you think they're already good enough just because you made it to the show, you think you can slack off on your mohawks because you've been doing this drill since you were four years old. well guess what? they're not. and they won't be in our first game of the season. and they won't be in the playoffs. and they're never going to get better if you don't putintheworkand-

will smith hockey, carefully sipping his ruby grapefuit whiteclaw as he stares out at how the summer sunset reflects off the angular points of the boston skyline: let's go for a walk tomorrow, i can show you this brunch spot me and my sister like on beacon hill, it's real casual, good crêpes