Early Saturday afternoon, hours before it became more advantageous to be an emperor penguin than an emperor of the ice lanes, Brad Treliving was busy at his other job.
The one measured in smiles and memories, not wins and losses.
"I'm on dad duty," reported the Flames' general manager, pre-customary late April/early May blizzard. "Best job in the world."
Still, the background television content only illustrates the pull of his other job, his public job. Old habits, after all, die hard.
"Well, I am watching a little bit of Dallas and St. Louis before we go out," confessed Treliving, with a weary, resigned sigh. "I got nothing else."
Hockey's like that.