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he wants a dad not a coach

  I had a chance to take my son to his first Toronto Maple Leafs game last night. It was an unbelievable evening, filled with a lifetime of memories, and a five – nothing shutout, is nothing to sniff at either. But the day turned out to be more than a lopsided hockey...

for what?

  For what? Why do you work so hard? Sweat so hard? Stress so much? For what? Why do you do it? For Money? Expanding all that magnificent effort, so you can gather a few bills in one place, and watch them grow? But it’s not really about the money, you say. You work...