Occupation: Ice Hockey Player Birth: November 28, 1984
Poetry is the sister of Sorrow. Every man that suffers and weeps is a poet; every tear is a verse, and every heart a poem..
Sometimes when I make a good save, I yell out, 'Woo-Hooo!' I'm not sure why, but it just feels good. I don't think I scare anyone or freak anyone out….
I just want to go play, go win, What's going to happen is what's going to happen. I'm not worried too much about it..