The Greatest Story Never Told: Hunting the Easter hockey star

I better get my credentials out front here so I don’t lose a chance at offending even more people than normal.

Your ink-stained scribbler is an unrepentant pagan who will definitely not be among the chosen few rising naked come the Rapture. (I’ll be the guy on the ground thumbing sophomoric Tweets about all those circumcision snippets struggling to catch up with their airborne former owners.) Continue reading