Fond thoughts running through Wshās mind at 100 mph for these 3 seconds of non-response:
Did I know he was there? What kind of question is that. I know where he is always. Sure I see him with my eyes but I feel him in my bones and have memorized him with every part of my body. He takes up most of my brainpower at any given time. My parietal lobe is analyzing the ice but the other 71% of my brain is filled with mackmackmackmackmack. My most base instincts direct my attention to him. Urge me to go to him. To be near, always to be closer. To make him laugh, make him feel this pull that I feel, make him happy. And Mack is happy when heās playing good hockey. I can give him good hockey. So did I know he was there?
Of course.
And I will always find him.














