I’d leave my house every day around 10 minutes to four, quarter to four, to go to the rink. My wife Cristina, was usually at work. But as I was walking out the gate, she just pulled up. She came home early to see me go. Immediately, when I saw her - and I’m a lot like my mom, I hold my emotions in - as soon as I saw her, I started to cry. She knew what that was all about. As I was driving to the rink, I knew it was my last time. I was flooded with memories and emotions, thinking, ‘This is my last game.’ I’m sitting there in my suit, driving to the rink, stopped at a light and I’m crying. Some guy was looking at me through the window, like, ‘What’s wrong with you?’