Respectfully, but it has always been Jarome Iginla.
Some personal context: I was born in 1991. I missed all of the Flames’ glory years by sheer virtue of not existing. By the time I was sentient, there was nothing left to pay attention to – until 2004 creeped along, and suddenly, the local team I only knew as “that hockey team we have that always loses” became relevant on a mass, city-wide scale, primarily thanks to two men: an incredible goaltender, and the best power forward in a generation.
One of the clearest memories I have from that time is walking into my Grade 7 math class for the afternoon, hearing my classmates by the door talking about just how good Iginla was, and thinking, “Yeah.