"It was a Tuesday, and he went to the ice and texted me, 'I feel like crap.' But he had just won all those awards. Then Adam, who worked with me at Wasserman, went over to Connor's parent's place to deliver something. He rang the front doorbell, and the garage door went up. He looked inside, and there was Connor, in his rollerblades, at his mom and dad's place, even though he didn't live there anymore. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, working on his game, and refining his skills. That sort of thing exemplifies what he's all about."