Watching Canada say goodbye to hockey is about like watching Joey call after Shane as he rides past the grave markers to his own death.
I used to play road hockey right after the coach didn’t call the house each fall (I couldn’t skate well forward, and backwards travelling put my career to rest) but loved the game from an early age.
I think that’s the thing to hold onto as we head into another lost season. You can blame lawyers, or American lawyers, or American lawyers who own teams but the bottom line is we’re all miles away from Octobers of our youth when the cold air of Saturday morning burned our lungs.
At 50+, this old rider won’t shed a tear but I won’t roll my eyes either. This is a damn shame what’s happened to the game and I sincerely hope the culprits wake up to horse shit at their bedside this and every morning until they expire.
Someday, there’ll be no more guns in the valley.