Crossing the Blue Line

“Let me be really clear about what happened to me. From the moment I got my first pair of hockey skates at five years old, I got the living shit kicked out of me every single day. Every day after hockey, no matter how many goals I scored, he would hit me. The man was 6-foot-2, 250 lbs. It would start as soon as we got in the car, and sometimes right out in the parking lot.” Retired hockey player Patrick O’Sullivan shares some disturbing tales from a childhood he thought was perfectly normal. And as he explains, he wrote this story for the people in the parking lot.

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