DMack's parents were not hockey fans. They didnt care. Sports were not a think in his household. So it was strange, one afternoon after school DMack was flipping through the channels looking for cartoons when he came across a crazy sport with ice foot blades and slappy sticks. From that moment on, DMack was hooked. He quickly figured out he should root for his hometown team and eventually dragged in his parents to the fandom. Then he begged his parents to let him play hockey. They were reluctant at first and only allowed him to take skating lessons. He skated and skated, graduating to Power Skating and filling in his spare time with ball hockey in the driveway. Finally the day came to try organized hockey. DMack skated circles around the kids on the team. He couldnt shoot very well, getting used to puckhandling on skates, but he could fly. Once he put it all together, there was no stopping him. He got mean, he got big and he got tough. Then he was drafted.