Was there anything more heartbreaking than watching the glazed eyes and quivering chins of those adolescent cherubic faces on the Canadian World Junior team? I mean, most of these kids aren’t legally allowed to have a post game beer until they drive back across the border, and yet here they are, the weight of a nation bearing down on them, along with the ghosts of every big hockey game that came before theirs, and the crush of their own expectations. We cheer them like professional men, but when all is said and done, they are devastated teenage boys. It tweaked my inner Mom genes, and made me want to run out on the ice and give them all a big hug. (then slap them hard with a “snap out of it!” Cher impression) Continue reading “Ya done good kids!”