Ice explodes under skates, where a hug can carry the same weight as a punch. In the cheap seats of a minor league arena, a bar bouncer named Doug Glatt leans over a sticky railing. When a slur cuts through the air, he doesn't hesitate. It’s not an act of fury, but of pure, reflexive protection. In that spontaneous brawl, under the buzz of the overhead lights, a man without a purpose suddenly fi...
