I met my life twin today. Not my life companion — that’s my wife. My life twin. I took my car to the Toyota dealer to have some work done. The service manager was a nice guy about my own age with hair my own color and a goatee similar to my own beard. His name was also Scott. He saw my Penguins hat on my head and asked if I was a Pens fan. I said I sure was. He said he was too. Then, he said he actually had been born in Boston, but raised in Pittsburgh. I was momentarily stunned and then replied that I had too. Who’d have thought? We talked about where in Boston we were born and where in Pittsburgh we were raised. We talked about going to Pens games back in the ’70s when they were pretty bad and getting beat up by Philly’s Broad Street Bullies. We’d see the games at the Igloo. It was awesome. Somehow we’d both come south. We didn’t get into specifics, but he had wound up in Nashville for awhile and started following the Predators, making sure to see the Pens whenever they came to town. He saw some great teams and players over the years. I told him that for my birthday this past year, my wife got us tickets to the Pens game in Nashville and we went up, had a great time, and the Pens won. We had a really good time talking. So when I later told my wife about this coincidence, she told me I had met my life twin. LOL! I should have gotten his number so we could have gotten together to watch some Pens games over some beers. Next time. I don’t know if he’s married or not, but my wife is a Pens fan too, so it’d be great if he is, that his wife would be one too.