After watching his brothers at their games, our youngest son has decided he can fit a hockey team into his life now that baseball is over and golf is flexible.
A mom mentions this casually in an email to her husband, to catch him up on life while he travels on business in Singapore. Crazy hockey husband sends an email across the world to the manager of the rink asking to insert said son into a team mid-season.
It is done. Like he was with baseball, he wakes up the morning of the game thinking of little else. Putting on the necessaries early, packing his bag early, talking logistics...when things happen. Brothers suit him up, buy him a mouth guard, loan him pants and coach him onto his first game.
Of course, he luvs it. It's in his veins.