Now for a quick lesson in fantasy versus reality. During junior high and high school, I was big into hockey. I played regularly with my friends. We had even organized a club team. I was a rabid New Jersey Devils fan.
I was also, obviously, into girls. Girls that were mostly unattainable for a recovering fat kid like me, who as it turns out was more Duckie than Blane if we're casting for Pretty in Pink.
One of those unattainable girls I dreamed of was Alyssa Milano. I had a crush on her since the days of "Who's the Boss." I watched her "blossom," in fact. She became the poster girl for my youth. Literally. There she was, hanging on my bedroom wall... a sexy teenager dressed in a Devils jersey holding a hockey stick: