Two years ago today, my girlfriend and I were in Las Vegas. Some people don't like Vegas, with the Eiffel Towers and fake Venices, but we had a great time. We played a little, shopped a lot, hung by the pool, and saw Cirque du Soleil's "Love".

But before we knew it, it was time for my wife and I to fly back home.

When you're a kid, the world is pretty small. I remember having friends who I only met at school because they lived so far away: across the big road. My hood was about a block, and then the hockey rink up the hill.

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I've watched this maybe a dozen times, and I can't get enough. Now I need to buy the book.

I saw my first game of the 2008-09 season today, at an arena that used to be my home rink, in the mid-1990s. Just before the game, they played David Lee Roth's "Just Like Paradise" and while "this must be just like living in paradise/and I don't wanna go home" is how I feel about hanging out at hockey rinks, I also wondered when that song was last played. Anywhere.

I'm sure Lucas would know.