I’ve been thinking about different sorts of clubs lately. Not night clubs, more like membership in an exclusive group. Such as, VIP treatment at a hockey, an inner circle of any genre, a gym, and how we all want to feel special.

This weekend I’ve been hanging in and around the Globe Arena in Stockholm, for the Sweden Hockey Games. It’s a real handshakefest down there. Journalists greeting journalists from other countries that they haven’t seen since the last tournament, GMs shaking hands with other GMS, scouts shaking hands with journalists shaking hands with GMs.

And everybody leaves each meeting feeling special.

That’s what it takes. Access.

Access is what makes you VIP. Not the food (although the line for the hotdogs is pretty damn long), not the presents, not even the seats.

We all wanna be in the inside because we’re special.