Instead of three Boninos, it came out as like ... I don’t know, 10. And I held the last one for as long as I could. Before I knew it, that goal call had gone viral.
It’s the summer of 1994, I am standing at the edge of a cliff in Kamloops, British Columbia, and I am checking out. I’m going to see how fast this sports car can go ... and drive it right off…
Becoming the team we are this year has taken time, but I believe all good things do.
Hey, guys. I went to the NHL All-Star Game in Los Angeles and asked the players some spicy questions. I also found my friend the bear after a lot of searching. Hope you enjoy.
I’m tortured by something that happened between us a long, long time ago that was never cleared up.
We met up with Bryz at a Mediterranean restaurant (his choice) near where he calls home in New Jersey for a no-nonsense Q&A session.
The kid who hit me fell on top of me, and we slid toward the boards. It wasn’t in slow motion or anything like that, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good.
That’s it, kid. You are now a goalie. Go put on your pads. A life of pain and misery (and a whole lot of fun) awaits you.
“Experts” told everyone that we were a lottery team even before the puck dropped, and said that we might as well not show up. We didn’t care.
For 10 days, a group of teenagers from all across the country get a chance to carry a nation. For 10 days, 35 million people want a Team Canada sweater. For 10 days, you live the dream.
Yes, this game is big — but it’s not Canada. That is the unspoken sentiment in the U.S locker room any time we’re not playing our biggest rival.
As a general rule of thumb in hockey, you never want the GM to pop his head into the locker room after practice and ask if he can see you for a second. It’s the moment you always hear about,…