July 2 was my weekly ice hockey game, which I have participated in for the past 12 years. I wasn’t having a great game, which isn’t surprising. I am not a great hockey player; I’m not even a good hockey player. But I love it, and I bring all I have—effort—to each game. This night I stood in the faceoff circle at right wing and thought, “Get to work, Les. Show some hustle.” The puck dribbled out of the circle and I stepped to it immediately. Surrounded, I quickly chipped the puck past the two defenders and chased it into the offensive zone. Finally, a decent play! I headed down the left-hand boards with the puck, chased by one of the defenders. He swung his stick at the puck to get it away from me, but instead made contact with my right leg. Suddenly off balance, my left leg went out and made contact with the boards. And stayed there. While the rest of me kept going. Follow Les on Twitter.