This is Oliver Vrzovski, father of two, husband of one. Oli (as his friends call him) was part of my inner circle of high school friends. He wasn’t loud and abrasive like most of us were, but he wasn’t quiet, either. He had dignity and demanded respect because of it, something I can’t say about myself. Part of what kept Oli grounded was his girlfriend at the time, Kristin. I remember when Oli first fell for her. She was dating an older pothead with a pick-up truck, and Oli probably thought he didn’t stand a chance. I think he bought her flowers—a very Oli thing to do—and two years later they were crowned prom king and queen. About six years after that, nine of us were in Miami for Oli’s bachelor party. He behaved himself, for the most part, because he’s Oli, and that’s what he does. He and Kristin gave birth to twins in 2010, and if Liam and Jack are anything like their dad, they’ll grow up to be pretty good hockey players. They also might grow up to kick in a car window in their high school parking lot for no apparent reason, but that’s another story for another Tumblr post.  

This is Oliver Vrzovski, father of two, husband of one. Oli (as his friends call him) was part of my inner circle of high school friends. He wasn’t loud and abrasive like most of us were, but he wasn’t quiet, either. He had dignity and demanded respect because of it, something I can’t say about myself. Part of what kept Oli grounded was his girlfriend at the time, Kristin. I remember when Oli first fell for her. She was dating an older pothead with a pick-up truck, and Oli probably thought he didn’t stand a chance. I think he bought her flowers—a very Oli thing to do—and two years later they were crowned prom king and queen. About six years after that, nine of us were in Miami for Oli’s bachelor party. He behaved himself, for the most part, because he’s Oli, and that’s what he does. He and Kristin gave birth to twins in 2010, and if Liam and Jack are anything like their dad, they’ll grow up to be pretty good hockey players. They also might grow up to kick in a car window in their high school parking lot for no apparent reason, but that’s another story for another Tumblr post.