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The Washington Capitals have created a new video series that they're showing on the scoreboard during games. It's called "Building of a Capital" and right now it features cougar bait fan favorite Brooks Laich. As fun video clips and pictures of Brooks project on the screen, his mom is interviewed about his hockey past. Some of it is eerily familiar -- like how he used to scour hockey coverage in the newspaper (I can never cancel my Washington Post subscription) and how every room in the Laich house served as a hockey rink at some point. (Visit my house and you'll find a sliding glass door with puck marks on it, just like hockey glass. And I'm still not sure how that big chunk of plaster came out of the wall.)

Watching this got me thinking, when the Kid becomes an NHL hockey player, what stories will I tell? Well, he gave me one last night when we were at the Verizon Center to watch the Caps beat the Pens.

It was the second period and I was in the mood for a beer. I got the beer guy's attention and he nodded in recognition, so I waited patiently for him to work his way up the steps. Somehow he forgot about our nonverbal agreement and walked right past me. I joked with my seatmates that he had forgotten me.

At which point my seven year-old stands up and yells in his squeaky little voice...

"Hey beer man! How about a Miller Lite for the Lady?!"

Glad my little guy is looking out for his Mum-mum.

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Before anyone starts giving me shit about my bad parenting, please note: 1) I do not have delusions of my son becoming an NHL hockey player nor am I pushing him to do so. 2) I had ONE beer at the game and I was not driving home. 3) The Kid knows about Miller Lite because he watches Caps games on television and they advertise it. I may be a bad parent, but it's for entirely different reasons.