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There’s a unwritten rule in professional hockey that says a player must never actually celebrate anything — a goal, a save, a hit, a fight, a victory — in any sort of exuberant manner that an opponent might somehow consider insulting. This is stupid. Hockey is a high-spirited sport and intentionally trying to stifle that … Continue reading
Since the beginning of time man has asked himself, “How good am I?” It’s why people compete in marathons, why they wrestle each other, and why they get into drinking contests with the Bytown Billionaires. It’s partially a test against one’s competition, but it’s just as much a test against oneself. Where do I rank? … Continue reading
Back in May I got the opportunity to help out for the ScotiaBank Pro-Am media day at St. Mike’s Arena. My job was pretty simple: according to organizer and charity hockey ninja Rob Weir I was to sit in the net and let random dudes take shots on me for an hour or two while … Continue reading
I’m a goalie, so I have all the exact same feelings of territorialism and indignant rage over insults both real and perceived that any of my masked brothers experience when they’re out there on the ice. But this whole Ryan Miller vs. Milan Lucic thing that just happened? Miller, well, there’s no more discreet way … Continue reading
Last Saturday I played one of my easiest/toughest games in a very long time. A day earlier I started experiencing paralyzing back pain. It was awful. I couldn’t bend down, couldn’t walk, couldn’t lift anything… heck, I couldn’t even put my socks on. So it was abundantly clear I was still playing hockey the next … Continue reading
And so it was spoken, in the book of Goaltending, by the apostle Jacques Plante, on page 104, about quitting: “Playing goal when a team is leading is easy, but when it falls behind, the pressure mounts to the point where some goalies can’t stand it and stop trying. Without realizing why, they get mad … Continue reading
Your slapshot does not scare me. Trust me, it doesn’t. The mask I’m wearing is made of kevlar. That’s the stuff they use in bulletproof vests. And having seen you play, if anyone on your team ever calls you “bullet” they’re being ironic. Oh, you just bought yourself a new $250 Bauer Supreme One 95. … Continue reading
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