I love sports, and I've had a lot of favorite players over the years--David Robinson, Ryne Sandberg, Barry Sanders, Pavel Bure, Barry Bonds, Paul Kariya, Marshall Faulk, the list goes on. But at the end of the day, my favorite athlete is none other than my boy Kevin Dmochowsky. He's been known as a lot of things over the years: "Nails(!)," "Dee-Mo," "0-fer," "Mouser," "Onkel Darius," "Kevinuu," "Rohr" and a lot of others I won't bother mentioning.

Of course I've known Kevin was a special kid since freshman year of high school, when we were lab partners. In Mr. Randall's bio class we were like a scientific Kurri and Gretzky, Montana and Rice, or Stockton and Malone. Well, maybe it was more like Yzerman and Joey Kocur, or Jordan and Cliff Levingston. Either way, no one could find the light for the microscope or copy my lab reports with the same flair and joie-de-vivre as Kevin. And the rest is history.

Kevin's followed up his days as a goal-scoring winger at U-School and Hill by reinventing himself as the Dougie Gilmour of the 2003-2004 Trinity hockey team. The line so far:

5 games, 0 goals, 6 assists (tied for team/conference lead), and immeasurable hustle.


Hey-HEY!