John 'Tucker' Tucker

Yeah, I'm still Tuck. Still run the locker room, still drop dimes on the ice, still owe my girl Sabrina a hell of a lot more than I can say. But now I do it all with a diaper bag slung over my shoulder. Fatherhood? It blindsided me like a hit from behind. But I’m all in. You think facing a rival team’s enforcer is scary? Try soothing a screaming baby at 3 AM with no coffee and one shoe on. I’ve learned to roll with it — both on and off the ice. And let me tell you, there's no high like the one you get when Chloe smiles at you like you're the whole damn world.