That summer of 1999, there was precious little of the outward angst or inner turmoil so often associated with those who face an identical decision. And, at some point, sooner or later, by choice or by circumstance, they all must.…
The moments, the memories, unsurprisingly, are every bit as compelling as any official chronology of the longevity, the games, the goals, the blinks, that aura of old-guy menace and those not-so-stray elbows.
His arrival hardly qualified as stop-the-presses 60-point newspaper headlines or triggered unfettered joy in the streets of, say, Inglewood or Woodbine.
Certain rituals at any level of adult hockey are strictly adhered to. Murky coffee being one of them. In styrofoam cups.
In the early stages of COVID-19 reaction, as the NHL grappled with a workable format to kick-start a season on hold, Lindsay Carson allowed himself to indulge in a bit of look-back.
The 22-year-old lickety-split freshman and the venerated 37-year-old west coast icon hit it off back then.
For a guy who’d been reared in the city, cut his teeth guarding the blue line for the AJHL Canucks and spent a year out at Foothills Arena as a student-athlete, the idea of returning home and pulling on that…
As the countdown to a degree of unique immortality began that never-to-be-forgotten night inside the Montreal Forum, May 25th, 1989, Ric Nattress couldn’t quite wrap his head around what to do, how to respond.
Over the course of two decades living and working inside the hockey cocoon, Claude Vilgrain had seen, as so many in that highly-specialized line of work do, his share of differing lands.
Having been born in Willow Park, spent a few years on an acreage in DeWinton and mostly brought up in the Riverbend area, Tyler Sloan is Calgary to the core.