I saw him sitting on a stool on Friday evening, plucking his guitar, playing to a nearly empty dining room in a Pittsburgh social club, his golden hair shining in the reflected sunlight, and when our eyes met, he smiled and nodded, as if to say, "If healthy, the Penguins are definitely going to the Stanley Cup Finals, and I'll be singing the National Anthem."
Jimerson. |
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