Well, it turns out that my favorite Blues player of all time, Peter Zezel, has died. I didn't even know that he had a blood disorder. You never would have guessed it the way he pounded players on the other team. Peter was a fearless competitor, and the kind of player that first drew me to ice hockey. He taught me that hockey players (mostly) weren't a bunch of pretty boys out to make tons of money live crazy. Hockey players were stand-up guys that played fair, but hard. Well, except for Bob Probert, but he's a putz. God speed, Peter.
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