July 01 2016 09:17AM
Look, we all have done it, we all do it, and we all will continue to do it. We look around our individual workplaces and judge how others are perceived in comparison to us. Now, that's not necessarily rooting against others (unless they're utterly incompetent and evil incarnate), but you certainly can play the big picture "assessment" game.
No one would blame several Detroit Red Wings forwards, most of whom are under the age of 25, for doing just that with the re-inking of Darren Helm at $3.85 million per year over a 5 year term. Until Helm is nearly 36 years old. Until a year after the Jonathan Ericsson contract ends. After four years in (gulp) Little Caesars Arena, and until Ken Holland is 66 years old.
June 27 2016 10:13AM
Ken Holland's entering his 20th season as Detroit Red Wings General Manager, and though he's come under more criticism the past few years because of the Red Wings' lack of playoff success (just one playoff round victory in the past five years and a 5-15 W/L playoff record in their past 20 games), this past weekend made me remember why he's probably been in the office as long as he has, he isn't afraid to swiftly take an eraser to his own mistakes.
June 11 2016 08:17AM
So much has been written about Gordie Howe's hockey legacy over the past 24 hours, and what more can be added, truly? A week after boxing's greatest icon passed away, one of hockey's most iconic figures lost a long and difficult battle with dementia, at age 88.
I've always noted how fortunate I've been to have just caught glimpses and "windows" of some great athletes' careers before they ended. I don't remember Johnny Unitas or Joe Namath, but I do recall Hank Aaron as a very small boy (and had a Topps baseball card labeling him as a "DH") with the Milwaukee Brewers. I don't remember Wilt Chamberlain but obviously, I was front and centre and paying attention for the beginning of the careers of Bird, Magic, and Isiah.
June 06 2016 07:09PM
There's things you want to do and things you have to do sometimes, and rarely, in one's personal or professional lives, do they collide. Sure, there's the odd occasion. You might like to go for long jogs to keep fit, fulfill goals, test yourself, and it just happens to be great for your body. Not quite the same as pounding back kale milkshakes instead of steak and baked potatoes, is it?
May 19 2016 11:05AM
It's an odd marking of an anniversary - and it will probably make you feel as strangely old(er) as it does me. I hadn't had a full-time job yet in May of 1996. I was heading into my second year at Fanshawe College for journalism, after a full four years at UWO (sorry, I can't call it "Western University", ain't happening) for a degree in Political Science. I hadn't been to Europe yet, but was due to go for five weeks while Euro 1996 was on in England to work at BBC Greater London Radio, thanks to my good friend, Simon Crosse, for setting that up so I could get some practical experience.
But before all that came the start of something that, at the time, we just thought was another quite interesting NHL playoff series between two relatively deep teams in the Western Conference. It almost overnight, became much, much more than that.