The All-Star Weekend has come and gone, meaning NHL teams have ramped up their play for the important stretch drive. The final 30 or so games that so-often determine not only who will battle in the first round, but also who will make the post-season “show” at all. And as much I’ve enjoyed watching Chris Chelios’ 45th season (it’s actually his 25th. It just seems like his 45th) and his efforts to hack opponents black and blue, or Sean Avery’s self-destruction, or the usual coaching carousel, or Crosby and Ovechkin’s highlight reel plays, it’s my “recreational” (insert ‘drop-in’, or ’shinny’, or ‘old-timers’ as applicable) hockey season that has my toes a-tingling right now. Really, is there a sweeter smell in the world than cracking open that hockey bag each week? Sure, Chanel No. 5 is nice, but we’re talking well-seasoned hockey gloves here people - no contest!