Today – November 14, 2017 – is a very important day. It’s the day I turn 25, the day I would’ve statistically peaked as an NHLer, you know, if I ever made it. Only the complete lack of talent and determination stopped me from achieving the dream that I, and nearly every other young Canadian boy had. It’s a soul-crushing day to realize you’ve basically become “NHL Old.”



Okay, that’s not exactly fair, 25 isn’t “NHL Old” but it’s usually about the time when players have their best seasons. There are of course exceptions, not everyone ages the same, like Brad Marchand and Joe Pavelski breaking out closer to 30 or Jaromir Jagr being immortal, but it’s still a general rule that 25 is the peak of your hockey existence. (I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t make it considering the peak age of my actual career seems to be much higher judging by most of my very old colleagues).



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