For those of us south of the Mason-Dixon line, hockey doesn’t come up on the register very often, if at all. Our psyche is so bent on baseball, basketball and football that the concept of following some sport we fail to understand and are incapable of playing seems laughable. But occasionally, there enters into the world a story so bizarre, so strange, so irrefutably perplexing, that our minds drift from the courts and fields more suited to our more tepid climes. Such a story has drifted from the glacial land of Canada, intertwined with the similarly frosty plains of Illinois, made a beeline in the livable domain of St. Louis, and finally arrived at our attentions, compelling us to train our minds to its endless complexities. It is a story of family secrets beyond which can be found in the Southern tradition of the dimestore novel, a betrayal which far surpasses the bounds of any film-noir screenplay, and smitten manipulation which exceeds the confines of even the most scandalous of tabloids. It is the story of Mike Danton, a young, talented left wing for the St. Louis Blues, who Friday pled guilty to murder-for-hire conspiracy, along with girlfriend Katie Wolfmeyer.
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