Hockey fans stand in the dim light that is the first rays of the rising 2018/19 season.
The Washington Capitals must put the celebrations aside and get to work defending the Stanley Cup. Will they accomplish this rare repeat?
Will Connor McDavid take over the mantle of the game’s best player?
Will John Tavares prove to be the missing piece of the puzzle for the ever-suffering fans of the Toronto Maple Leafs?
Will the Arizona Coyotes finally prove to the rest of the NHL what their fans knew all along... that they belong in Arizona?
These are all questions that will soon be answered as we prepare for the new season.
For those of us who live north of the border… we too look forward to an age-old tradition.
Hockey Night in Canada. Names like Bob Cole. Harry Neale. Dick Irvin. Ron MacLean, Chris Cuthbert, Don Wittman, and Foster Hewitt filled our Saturday evenings, either by radio or by television. Like him or hate him, we tune into Coaches Corner to hear what Don Cherry has to say. We watched the greats of the past, listened to the images that the radio announcers painted… and for many of us, we dreamed.
We dreamed of clean ice. Dreamed of crisp winter days and frozen ponds. For many of us, 6:30 am practices at the local arena were the norm. Our breath could be seen in the cold early morning air.
Layers of snow would coat the landscapes around us, and the sparkles could be seen as the light of the moon would reflect off the snow.
Sometimes, light snow would fall, and for any of us who can remember these moments, added a sense of surrealism to the scene. Anyone who has laced on a pair of skates in the northern part of the continent knows what I am referring to.
Hockey has its own set of memories. Names like Wayne Gretzky, Mario Lemieux, and Patrick Roy filled my childhood hockey memories. I can hear the calls of the likes of Bob Cole and Chris Cuthbert calling the plays of these amazing players.
I can still remember the two Stanley Cup championships the Pittsburgh Penguins won in 1991 and 1992... like it was yesterday.
Today, I picked up a stats book published by the NHL and thumbed through the names. It was a review of the 2017/18 season, and suddenly, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
The NHL has been in existence since 1917. Many names have come and gone. We hear of the great names of the 1950's and 1960's. Those my age have never had the privilege of watching those names play hockey… but we watch the replays and marvel at the way the game was played then.
We also see the sadness of those who have watched these names, and I realize now that not only do these names represent a more innocent age for these people… it also reminds them of the passage of time.
Time stops for no player
As I thumbed through the book of stats, the lack of names I recognized shocked me. When I was a child, it never once occurred to me that the players I was watching would one day not be playing.
The likes of Lemieux and Gretzky dazzled their fans in so many ways, for so long, that it never crossed my mind that like every NHL generation, age would catch up to even these immortal players. It never once registered that retirement would claim even these players.
Now the names of Alexander Ovechkin, Sidney Crosby, and Carey Price grace the covers of NHL game programs. And they are very deserving. They are amazing players, and I hope the younger generation who watched these players debut in the NHL cling to every memory these athletes give them.
Especially with the concussion problems, Crosby has recently overcome; don’t take these players’ gifts for granted. They are fleeting... like a passing snowstorm.
In 1997, my favorite player Mario Lemieux announced his retirement from the NHL. I wrote a column in the local newspaper about what players like Lemieux meant to the NHL. Of course, I could never know at the time that Lemieux would come back in 2000 to thrill his fans once again.
At that moment, the reality of time became a poignant intrusion into my 19-year-old life. It was then I realized fully that time moves on, with or without these players I cherished for so long.
It can be said that the sports world is a universe, and each pro league is a galaxy in this broad universe. Every galaxy has their stars… the athletes who comprise the teams. But superstars are the shooting stars… athletes that come along and light up the galaxy (and sometimes the universe) with their skills and gifts.
But like shooting stars, their journey is brief when compared to the passage of time.
Wayne Gretzky. Gordie Howe. Bobby Orr. Guy LaFleur. Jacques Plante. Mario Lemieux. Patrick Roy. Steve Yzerman. Grant Fuhr. Paul Coffey. Ray Bourque. Jarome Iginla.
All these names lit up the NHL galaxy during their playing days… and these names could be joined by so many more. But like shooting stars, their careers are brief and fleeting.
Enjoy today's stars while they play… the time for retirement draws too near too soon… and in every retirement of a superstar, another shooting star fades away, leaving behind for us the memories of their skills… and the awareness of time gone too soon.
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