I appreciate the guest post, Kelvin Armstrong

I grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Well, not downtown Pittsburgh but in the suburbs. I used to ice skate on a lake in the winter. I would play hockey with my friends on that ice, and we would also play street hockey in the summer. I never grew out of it even when my firm moved me to Arizona to run a division of the company out here.

I still like street hockey even though I'm over 40 now. I put on my Mario Lemieux jersey and hit the pavement with inline skates in the Phoenix sun. I can't stop even though there is the oddness of playing hockey in the desert sun. When it is still warm here while the snow is flying back in Pittsburgh, I still haven't lost my fervor for the winter sport of Penguin hockey.

I record and watch every game on my Cable TV. While the neighbors are out barbecuing, they can hear me screaming at the television. I like it when the cameras cut away from the game for a moment when the Penguins are playing at home. The network will show some shots of Pittsburgh. It makes it perfect if there is snow on the ground on a game night. I can feel the crisp winter air, and it always make me long to have a snowball fight.