Summary:

Hayden has a list of things he knows about himself. He is, in no particular order: a Montreal Metro, a best friend, a sub-par son, and a pretty shitty mennonite. He believes in love, forgiveness, and the grace of God. He doesn't hate anyone.

Except, of course, for Cliff Marleau. Hayden really, really hates Cliff Marleau.

Or: after a game in Boston, Hayden runs into Marleau at the club. Shit ensues.