There’s a weight to this conversation, and an awareness of my phone between us on the table, recording the whole time. The restaurant staff has left us to our own devices, not entirely sure why we need the whole room to ourselves. I have just survived the drive up from NYC in the infamous Connecticut traffic. She’s in what I would call the casual Hilary standard: joggers, a plain shirt, a hat (this one sports the Red Bull logo, one of her long-term sponsors).
It’s a Friday night in Bristol, Conn., and Hilary Knight and I are sitting at a table in a back room of a hotel restaurant, down the road from the ESPN headquarters.
