I have great respect for women hockey players. Let’s face it, I’m not brave enough not to. This picture may explain why. And it brings back a few memories.
I went to school in the great frozen north where hockey wasn’t just a sport, it was a religion. And it was also the first time I realized that there was even such a thing as women hockey players. There were a few of them living in my dorm. And while they were great girls, they were also the toughest women I’ve ever met. They are better men than your dad will ever be. So the notion that Women’s Team Canada might celebrate with a cigar and a can of beer is not remotely a stretch.