My second Devils game I ever attended, I was probably 9 or 10. I was waiting for high-fives as the players walked in from practice. Somehow, my tiny hand managed to pull Jason's glove off of him. I was terrified. He looked at me, smiled, and said "future hockey player here!". After the game was over, he recognized me again, gave me a puck, and said "next game, let's just fist-bump". He instantly became my favorite Devil. I'll never forget watching him score the game winner against Dallas; I'll never forget sobbing when my dad told me they traded him away, and ill never forget how excited I was when we signed him back. Congrats on a great career, Jason.
That was a really nice story. I'm really glad you shared that with us, thanks!