What's my point? Well K loves loves loves hockey, or 'hock' as he calls it.
He runs around with his kiddie hockey stick, pushing a ball around (sometime on purpose, sometimes not) and yells 'hock hock hock'. It's by far his favourite game.
So where did this love come from?
Gail (his sitter) has a son called Micheal, and Michael is a hockey fanatic. Michael is also K's hero, so K now is a hockey fanatic too!
I guess that everyone needs a hero, and we're just lucky that K's hero is the 'sports-loving, go out and do stuff' kind of hero, instead of the 'smash stuff up and be a tennage lout' kind of hero.
For now anyway.