While playing hockey in the driveway as a kid, I wasn’t imagining deking around players like Fedorov. I wasn’t imagining speeding through defenders to get a breakaway like Bure. I was imagining leveling someone who had the nerve to try and stick handle around me, then go the other way to score on a slap shot. I wasn’t about destroying people like Scott Stevens. I wanted to remind players that trying to score on me came with a hefty price. I was the skinniest kid yet Chris Chelios showed me I could play above my size. Hockey has been in my life since birth.
One Man’s Cheli
