I remember walking down Bloor Street with a friend in 2014 and running into Toronto FC captain Michael Bradley. I recognized him first by the scar on the back of his head, from a gash received during an aerial battle in a game against D.C. United. After a brief pause to get his head wrapped, he carried on playing and would later need 13 staples to seal the wound.
As a lifelong hockey player, his “spit on it and keep playing” attitude toward the wound impressed me.
At a red light I decided to introduce myself.