But now it was late Sunday morning, and we had one of the local TV stations on. Channel 3? Channel 6? Channel 10? One of them, surely. And along the bottom of the TV screen came a breaking news alert, the kind reserved for big storms and potential snow days, except this one said something like "Flyers goalie Pelle Lindbergh involved in serious car accident," and when you're 10 and have lost no one and have had nothing bad happen to you, what the hell does serious mean? That night, once the awful news had been confirmed, I crawled into bed and asked my mom if it was OK to cry about Pelle.