I'm sitting here eating dinner just now and the phone rings with a strange area code on the call display. On the other end, a familiar voice says "Hi, this is Ken Hitchcock."
Which is funny because I didn't call him.
He wants to let me know the season's starting soon and that it's going to be an exciting year for hockey in Columbus. Hitch also tells me all about season's ticket packages, even though my home is a seven-hour drive from Nationwide Arena.
He rattles off the dates of some upcoming games.
Then I remember buying tickets online last season for a Blue Jackets game against the Predators, and I realize Hitch isn't pausing to chat. He keeps going and going.
I hang up the phone.