A brief spark of lockout-ending hope arced across the sky this week.  Just as appears to be plummeting back to Earth like a flaming piece of space debris…

Mike Green holds a baby.  My faith in the world is restored.

He must know we’re out here on the raggedy edge.  Short of showing up at my house with a tanker and flooding the backyard into a rink for an all-star charity game, this was pretty much the nicest thing Mike could have done.

The adorable little girl is thinking the same thing we are.

Happy holidays, everyone.  Someone out there still cares.

(Thanks as always to the crack squad of detectives who sent this to us! Amanda & Deb win again, within minutes of each other, in the middle of the night.)