I was walking down the street passing the courthouse and there was a black guy with dreads walking straight at me. He was wearing a NY Rangers home jersey. As we approached I raised one hand and pointed at him, and pulled the zipper of my hoodie down with my other hand to reveal my NYR t-shirt. His face lit up and he put one hand straight up in the air. I matched his smile and slapped his hand as we passed wordlessly. So much was communicated but not a word spoken. It was this perfect moment.