By Rachel Doerrie (@racheldoerrie)
I remember the exact day it happened. The day I knew I was hooked. My parents joke that I was destined to be a hockey-obsessed kid. Heck, my mother had me while watching a Leafs/Sens game. The first jumper I ever wore home from the hospital, one covered in Toronto Maple Leafs logos. But the day that did it for me, was the day I had breakfast with Mats Sundin.