I never excelled at the game, but the game doesn’t care.It is this week's must read article.
The pond on my friend’s farm can be seen from the highway that follows the shore of Lake Ontario. As we skated and played that afternoon, we would every now and then hear the horn of a passing car or truck—a driver paying tribute to the quintessential Canadiana on display, or possibly summoning medical attention for the chubby man lying on the ice covered in sweat, his glasses fogged up, his chest heaving, and on his face a grin.
Paint that, Ken Danby.
January 12, 2010
The Game Of Our Lives
Excellent writing here by Scott Feschuk of MacLean's magazine.