At first glance, you can’t see it. The resemblance between brothers. They are both tall, both broad-shouldered, but then, being Toronto in mid-February, any closer familial tells in their frames are swallowed up by large winter jackets. There could be something in the eyes but they’re both also wearing ball caps bent in close arcs at the brow.
The dead giveaway comes when the postgame arena, quiet for some time with players returned to respective locker rooms, most media in tow, suddenly erupts with a single name being chanted, at volume, over the arena PA.
“DARIO! DARIO!