The 112th running of the Boston Marathon goes off tomorrow (April 21) so it seems like an opportune time to think back to the 1907 marathon which was won by a Six Nations's Tom Longboat.
In winning Longboat destroyed the course record by nearly 5 minutes.
Longboat’s career is documented in Jack Batten’s The Man Who Ran Faster Than Everyone (Tundra Books, 2002)
Some time ago I reviewed that book. Here is what I said.
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Tired of 21st century professional athletes? These unfortunates can’ t make enough money, won’t run out groundballs, and are as likely to spend Saturday night in conflict with the constabulary as interacting with loved ones. Or so it seems.
If you share my cynical view you’ll enjoy Jack Batten’s look at a real athlete from the first decade of the last century.
The Man Who Ran Faster than Everyone looks at the life and times of distance runner Tom Longboat.
No doubt today’s running boom would have puzzled Longboat, who grew up at Six Nations, south east of Brantford.
In his first significant victory at the 1906 Around the Bay Race in Hamilton he bested a small field of only 25 competitors. Longboat’s performance, however, would have brought him home in the top ten in this year’s event - a remarkable result when viewed from the perspective of the overall improvement in athletic performances and equipment in the last decades. Spectators watching 2937 finishers chugging to the finish down York Boulevard at this year’s version of the Bay Race most certainly would be surprised to learn that one busy, but unlucky, bookmaker dropped a whopping $4,000 on the 1906 event where Longboat went off as a long shot.
Batten’s sympathetic tale documents this race and Longboat’s 1907 Boston Marathon victory, many more wins, some loses, and much controversy in an amateur and professional career spanning the years 1905 through 1912. In the early twentieth century running, and particularly two competitor challenges, was as certain to capture public attention as the Leafs annual futile spring run for the Stanley Cup does today.
Try if you can to imagine indoor marathon events in Buffalo and at New York’s Madison Square Garden, screaming crowds exceeding 10,000 people. Or 40,000 fans at New York’s Polo Grounds, once home to the baseball Giants, witnessing a 26-mile event. Or closer to home, Hanlan's Point Stadium, site of today’s Toronto’ s Island Airport, where Longboat often raced against other top performers of the day thrilling crowds of between 9,000 - 10,000.
As idolized then as Gretzky is today Longboat suffered a serious, but temporary setback, when forced to drop out of the 1908 Olympic Marathon. Questionable circumstances possibly involving doping are explored by Batten. Soon after the runner turned pro winning a $500 diamond medal in his first outing, getting awarded (but never receiving) $500 from the City of Toronto and pocketing an extraordinary $3,750 for victory in a two man event in December 1908.
More Than Sports
But Batten’ s book is bigger than sports. It reveals the racism that permeated early 20th century society; details unscrupulous promoters working angles to make a buck and illustrates the appalling poverty endured by aboriginal communities. Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose.
Early supporters and advisors to Longboat such as Toronto Star reporter Lou Marsh are exposed as bigots and hypocrites.
On first getting to know Longboat the writer challenged those who thought that the runner “(was) not keen of wit.” “His head is full of ideas and he is one of the great kidders who ever came down the line to fame.”
Later Marsh would flip flop offering harsh criticism of the runner’ s approach to training, opining that he “did not have a white man’s business brain.”
In fact, Batten makes the case that Longboat’s training was advanced for his time as he lifted weights, played other sports (called cross training now) and utilized today a well accepted approach of mixing hard and easy workouts and varying speeds and distances of runs.
With running being overtaken in popularity by team sports Longboat’s life changed. World War One found him in Europe as an "army runner" often taking on dangerous assignments behind enemy lines. A post-war attempt at farming out west didn't succeed. Returning east he worked in steel mills and then spent 17 years with the City of Toronto in the Street Cleaning Department. Life after athletics, while not lucrative, appears to have been a relatively happy one for Tom.
Some quibbles: The author seems confused about the date of Longboat’s death (1948 or 1949) and sends his subject racing through the Royal Botanical Gardens decades before Thomas McQuesten established it.
The publisher has aimed this book at younger readers but anyone who wants a break from pro athletes and their agents, debates over steroid use, or really doesn't care about Ted Williams' remains will enjoy this book
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Memories of a Man Who Couldn’t Play
I had a nightmare.
Local governments couldn’t afford to operate hockey rinks in Canada anymore.
Climate change had ensured that no ponds or rivers remained for pick up games.
The U.S economy went kaput pulling us down too. Synthetic backyard rinks, an exciting new phenomenon costing around 50k, grew to be beyond the reach of most Canadians.
And finally, the Toronto Maple Leafs moved to Barcelona and Hamilton’s Copps Coliseum was put up on a very large flatbed and trucked off to Kansas City so the Nashville Predators could relocate there.
Before it gets worse I awake - been reading too many hockey books lately, I guess.
Many of our great writers - Hugh MacLennan, Al Purdy, Morley Callahan, Mordecai Richler, to name just a few, have written on hockey.
Hockey and Ice Hockey
I’ve just finished reading Paul Quarrington’s book King Leary (Anchor Canada, 1987) winner of this year’s CBC Radio Canada Reads award. A funny book about hockey beats out more serious efforts by the likes of Timothy Findley and Mavis Gallant. Recognition of Quarrington’s writing skills or a comment on our national obsession?
I’ve also just completed another older hockey book – David Adams Richards, Hockey Dreams – Memories of a Man Who Couldn’t Play Doubleday, 1996.)
Richards won a Governor General’s award for fiction (Nights Below Station Street) and non-fiction (Lines on the Water: A Fisherman’s Life on the Miramachi). He is a fine Canadian author writer and he is passionate about hockey.
And that is “hockey” not “ice hockey.” Hockey, according to Richards is greater than ice hockey - the later being a European invention.
To Richards’ hockey is “more than a game.” It can be played with a puck and skates on ice. It can be played with a ball and galoshes on the road. Or it can be played with any combination of the aforementioned equipment.
A story illustrates the difference in these two games:
Richards, as an adult, recalls hearing a song by an old black man from Mississippi. The song had been a hit when covered by a white rockabilly singer in the winter of the year much of the action in this book takes place - 1961. This was the year Richards (and your blogger) turned eleven.
But the record company wanted a cleaned up “not so troubling” version of the song.”
“But yes, they could profit from it. They wanted the song. They did not feel they had to tell you where this song came from. They did not feel a need to tell you that it came out of a person’s love of a country and gift of life and tragedy when both have been taken away.”
Think of the original version of the song as hockey; the rockabilly version is ice hockey. Ice hockey was created by those who invent the world for us as they often do. “They legitimize by deligitimizing.”
Childhood Memories
As a child Richards was certain the NHL would expand to Newcastle, New Brunswick. But corporate (i.e., American) interests and the shady international ice hockey community were taking over the game while on his river a friend would be occupied in trying to find a “busted stick in what seemed to be the remotest corner of the country while others were thinking of multi-million dollar television syndication rights.”
Richards’ writing takes me back to my childhood; my own memories of a man (boy) who couldn’t play.
My recollection is that most of us got a chance to play. Some who aspired to stardom got it. Others for reasons I didn’t then understand would never achieve stardom.
Richards’ friend, Michael, lived in difficult circumstances. He wasn’t allowed on the organized team as a result of perceived low social status. It hurt. But on the rink that Michael made and maintained:
“(F)licking the puck at us and smiling as he skated backwards turning on a thin dime and breaking into strides that seemed to swallow the ice – at those times, the hurt wherever it came from, was all gone away, and he was free.”
Much More than a Game
Richards reflects on the famous 1972 Canada/Soviet series:
“It was more than just a game to us. We existed with it, and if it was forgotten then we could not exist without it. Without hockey the country would not exist. Not in the way it should.”
This is a terrific book marred only slightly by a surprising number of spelling mistakes.
Local governments couldn’t afford to operate hockey rinks in Canada anymore.
Climate change had ensured that no ponds or rivers remained for pick up games.
The U.S economy went kaput pulling us down too. Synthetic backyard rinks, an exciting new phenomenon costing around 50k, grew to be beyond the reach of most Canadians.
And finally, the Toronto Maple Leafs moved to Barcelona and Hamilton’s Copps Coliseum was put up on a very large flatbed and trucked off to Kansas City so the Nashville Predators could relocate there.
Before it gets worse I awake - been reading too many hockey books lately, I guess.
Many of our great writers - Hugh MacLennan, Al Purdy, Morley Callahan, Mordecai Richler, to name just a few, have written on hockey.
Hockey and Ice Hockey
I’ve just finished reading Paul Quarrington’s book King Leary (Anchor Canada, 1987) winner of this year’s CBC Radio Canada Reads award. A funny book about hockey beats out more serious efforts by the likes of Timothy Findley and Mavis Gallant. Recognition of Quarrington’s writing skills or a comment on our national obsession?
I’ve also just completed another older hockey book – David Adams Richards, Hockey Dreams – Memories of a Man Who Couldn’t Play Doubleday, 1996.)
Richards won a Governor General’s award for fiction (Nights Below Station Street) and non-fiction (Lines on the Water: A Fisherman’s Life on the Miramachi). He is a fine Canadian author writer and he is passionate about hockey.
And that is “hockey” not “ice hockey.” Hockey, according to Richards is greater than ice hockey - the later being a European invention.
To Richards’ hockey is “more than a game.” It can be played with a puck and skates on ice. It can be played with a ball and galoshes on the road. Or it can be played with any combination of the aforementioned equipment.
A story illustrates the difference in these two games:
Richards, as an adult, recalls hearing a song by an old black man from Mississippi. The song had been a hit when covered by a white rockabilly singer in the winter of the year much of the action in this book takes place - 1961. This was the year Richards (and your blogger) turned eleven.
But the record company wanted a cleaned up “not so troubling” version of the song.”
“But yes, they could profit from it. They wanted the song. They did not feel they had to tell you where this song came from. They did not feel a need to tell you that it came out of a person’s love of a country and gift of life and tragedy when both have been taken away.”
Think of the original version of the song as hockey; the rockabilly version is ice hockey. Ice hockey was created by those who invent the world for us as they often do. “They legitimize by deligitimizing.”
Childhood Memories
As a child Richards was certain the NHL would expand to Newcastle, New Brunswick. But corporate (i.e., American) interests and the shady international ice hockey community were taking over the game while on his river a friend would be occupied in trying to find a “busted stick in what seemed to be the remotest corner of the country while others were thinking of multi-million dollar television syndication rights.”
Richards’ writing takes me back to my childhood; my own memories of a man (boy) who couldn’t play.
My recollection is that most of us got a chance to play. Some who aspired to stardom got it. Others for reasons I didn’t then understand would never achieve stardom.
Richards’ friend, Michael, lived in difficult circumstances. He wasn’t allowed on the organized team as a result of perceived low social status. It hurt. But on the rink that Michael made and maintained:
“(F)licking the puck at us and smiling as he skated backwards turning on a thin dime and breaking into strides that seemed to swallow the ice – at those times, the hurt wherever it came from, was all gone away, and he was free.”
Much More than a Game
Richards reflects on the famous 1972 Canada/Soviet series:
“It was more than just a game to us. We existed with it, and if it was forgotten then we could not exist without it. Without hockey the country would not exist. Not in the way it should.”
This is a terrific book marred only slightly by a surprising number of spelling mistakes.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Reform the Olympics
The Olympics in Beijing are less than two hundred days away.
That means we are getting closer to that rhapsodic time when every four years our sports media take 3 weeks off from worrying about the Maple Leafs, Blue Jays and Raptors to enlighten us on what we used to call amateur sport.
This usually takes the form of telling us which Canadian is going win which event; various predictions of how may medals “we” will win and; excuses or outrage when one of ours test positive for marijuana before jumping on a snowboard and careening down a mountain.
When the predictions are invariably wrong, the half-baked analysis follows. Let’s face it we don’t really have a chance until we reform the Olympics. Let’s deal with the summer ones.
REAL CANADIAN SPORTS
First, let’s add Canadian type sports. This is a no brainer really. Street Hockey is the obvious one.
But how about Mall Parking Lot Curling - lots of practice facilities on those 360 days of the year when the lots are empty.
Freshwater Sports Fishing could work. We’ve got the “mostest” and the freshest water in the world - for now anyway.
Table Hockey - the old one with the pegs that you use a marble for a puck would be best. I bet we’re the only ones with this model left.
Canadian Football - a game played nowhere else in the world featuring unique teams made up of 19 (non-imports who are usually but not always Canadians) and 14 Americans
A NEW PENTATHLON.
We could also replace quaint old events with equally quaint new events with Canadian content.
The Modern Pentathlon would change to the More Modern Northen Pentathlon.
Fencing would be replaced by Stick Swinging Hockey Fights.
Running by Glow-in-the-Dark Bowling ( 5 pin).
Shooting with Mosquito Extermination.
Equestrian with Log Rolling.
and Swimming by Personal Watercraft Racing.
REPLACE STUPID SPORTS
And let’s get rid of those truly stupid Olympic Sports and replace them with our own inventions.
What a waste of a beach is beach volleyball. Sand Castle Construction will be better.
Synchronised swimming which “we” used to be good at has to go. I’d replace it with Standing Broad Jump and Standing High Jump. (Canadians won medals in these discontiued events a hundred or so years ago. Some kind of conspiracy here, I think.) To save facility costs they could do their jumping on the beach with the sand castle competitions.
And finally the cycling event called Individual Pursuit. That’s the one where they go a couple of laps at walking pace looking backwards and then race like hell for one lap. Replace individual pursuit with Trivial Pursuit.
Now we'll have a chance.
That’s all folks.
That means we are getting closer to that rhapsodic time when every four years our sports media take 3 weeks off from worrying about the Maple Leafs, Blue Jays and Raptors to enlighten us on what we used to call amateur sport.
This usually takes the form of telling us which Canadian is going win which event; various predictions of how may medals “we” will win and; excuses or outrage when one of ours test positive for marijuana before jumping on a snowboard and careening down a mountain.
When the predictions are invariably wrong, the half-baked analysis follows. Let’s face it we don’t really have a chance until we reform the Olympics. Let’s deal with the summer ones.
REAL CANADIAN SPORTS
First, let’s add Canadian type sports. This is a no brainer really. Street Hockey is the obvious one.
But how about Mall Parking Lot Curling - lots of practice facilities on those 360 days of the year when the lots are empty.
Freshwater Sports Fishing could work. We’ve got the “mostest” and the freshest water in the world - for now anyway.
Table Hockey - the old one with the pegs that you use a marble for a puck would be best. I bet we’re the only ones with this model left.
Canadian Football - a game played nowhere else in the world featuring unique teams made up of 19 (non-imports who are usually but not always Canadians) and 14 Americans
A NEW PENTATHLON.
We could also replace quaint old events with equally quaint new events with Canadian content.
The Modern Pentathlon would change to the More Modern Northen Pentathlon.
Fencing would be replaced by Stick Swinging Hockey Fights.
Running by Glow-in-the-Dark Bowling ( 5 pin).
Shooting with Mosquito Extermination.
Equestrian with Log Rolling.
and Swimming by Personal Watercraft Racing.
REPLACE STUPID SPORTS
And let’s get rid of those truly stupid Olympic Sports and replace them with our own inventions.
What a waste of a beach is beach volleyball. Sand Castle Construction will be better.
Synchronised swimming which “we” used to be good at has to go. I’d replace it with Standing Broad Jump and Standing High Jump. (Canadians won medals in these discontiued events a hundred or so years ago. Some kind of conspiracy here, I think.) To save facility costs they could do their jumping on the beach with the sand castle competitions.
And finally the cycling event called Individual Pursuit. That’s the one where they go a couple of laps at walking pace looking backwards and then race like hell for one lap. Replace individual pursuit with Trivial Pursuit.
Now we'll have a chance.
That’s all folks.
Aspirations
When I was a kid, through adolescence and into early adulthood I thought that I ought to quarterback my favourite football team - the Hamilton Tiger Cats.
I didn’t play on a football team and couldn’t throw but that was of little consequence as this was my aspiration.
Later on I thought that I should actually own the Ti-Cats. Money was an issue though. I seldom had enough to buy even a ticket to a pre-season game and if I did have the money I’d have to sneak food in as the price of concessions was beyond my means. Another aspiration.
Now I may have stumbled on something more realistic that meets some need in my male psyche to be in charge of a pro team. So:
A Realistic Aspiration?
I’ve bought an English (soccer) football team.
Well, not actually "bought" that would be a slight fib. I’ve become a member of the Biggelswade United Football Club (http://www.biggleswadeunited.co.uk/).
My membership (about forty bucks Cdn.) allows me to have input on team selection, analysis and voting on each and every issue the club faces. Would you believe Biggleswade members actually selected the starting lineup for their most recent outing a 4 -1 victory over a London team?
Limitations no Barrier
I know little about England but a quick internet search informs me that Biggleswade is a market town of about 15,000 on the River Ivel about 40 miles (60 km) north of Central London and 20 miles (30 km) west-southwest of Cambridge.
I don’t know much about soccer either - or football as I will now call it. That shouldn’t be a problem. They are looking for about 5,000 others like me. The only real requirement is you can afford the fee.
An Interesting Challenge
There is a serious issue here. To quote my club spokesperson:
“The club recognise that surviving in this day and age will take more than goodwill of the hardworking board. In the age of the Internet, the club have embraced the web and have been looking for a way of helping push them further. Essentially, like all clubs, we need a wider fan base, more resource, more input and more funds to push further up the leagues. Our gauntlet to you is this – if you have control of the club, can you make the decisions that will see us to the Conference and beyond?”
(Other teams are doing this. See myfootballclub.co.uk for more background.)
Hedging
One further clarification. There is another small fib herein.
I’m on a thirty day free trial. I haven’t actually put up any money yet. I’m hedging my bets so to speak. You never know when the Ticats might come on the market.
I didn’t play on a football team and couldn’t throw but that was of little consequence as this was my aspiration.
Later on I thought that I should actually own the Ti-Cats. Money was an issue though. I seldom had enough to buy even a ticket to a pre-season game and if I did have the money I’d have to sneak food in as the price of concessions was beyond my means. Another aspiration.
Now I may have stumbled on something more realistic that meets some need in my male psyche to be in charge of a pro team. So:
A Realistic Aspiration?
I’ve bought an English (soccer) football team.
Well, not actually "bought" that would be a slight fib. I’ve become a member of the Biggelswade United Football Club (http://www.biggleswadeunited.co.uk/).
My membership (about forty bucks Cdn.) allows me to have input on team selection, analysis and voting on each and every issue the club faces. Would you believe Biggleswade members actually selected the starting lineup for their most recent outing a 4 -1 victory over a London team?
Limitations no Barrier
I know little about England but a quick internet search informs me that Biggleswade is a market town of about 15,000 on the River Ivel about 40 miles (60 km) north of Central London and 20 miles (30 km) west-southwest of Cambridge.
I don’t know much about soccer either - or football as I will now call it. That shouldn’t be a problem. They are looking for about 5,000 others like me. The only real requirement is you can afford the fee.
An Interesting Challenge
There is a serious issue here. To quote my club spokesperson:
“The club recognise that surviving in this day and age will take more than goodwill of the hardworking board. In the age of the Internet, the club have embraced the web and have been looking for a way of helping push them further. Essentially, like all clubs, we need a wider fan base, more resource, more input and more funds to push further up the leagues. Our gauntlet to you is this – if you have control of the club, can you make the decisions that will see us to the Conference and beyond?”
(Other teams are doing this. See myfootballclub.co.uk for more background.)
Hedging
One further clarification. There is another small fib herein.
I’m on a thirty day free trial. I haven’t actually put up any money yet. I’m hedging my bets so to speak. You never know when the Ticats might come on the market.
Alternatives
Watched (briefly) the New Year's Day Sabres/Penguins “outdoor” hockey game.
It has always seemed to me that the most Canadian of all games should be played or watched outside on a pond or backyard rink or as an alternative in an unheated small town arena where you watch line changes through the mist of your freezing breath.
Let’s face it, that Saturday night version of the game served up by the CBC and dispensed with adolescent beer commercials and the moronic rantings of Don Cherry isn‘t what we imagined as our youthful frozen fingers fumbled awkwardly with skate laces way back when.
Could we have foreseen player lockouts, multi-million dollar annual salaries or the escalation of violence as just "part of the game" that the NHL game has become?
Alternatives
Over the last years I, and many others, have explored options to the NHL. And while they aren’t played on frozen ponds Senior Men‘s (Allan Cup), American Hockey League (AHL) and now defunct National Women's Hockey League Hockey (NWHL) were more accessible as far as price and geography and may have higher entertainment value as well.
Last month I made it out to a women's ice hockey game between the Burlington Barracudas and the Brampton Canadette-Thunder. They play in the new Canadian Women's Hockey League (CWHL). Top stars playing with enthususiam - it was a good game. I'll go again. Women's hockey is worthy of our support.
Some History
The first account of a women's game was in 1891 although it was likely played earlier. A women‘s pro league preceded the male equivalent by eight years. Into the thirties the game was extremely popular attracting huge crowds, producing successful teams like the Preston Rivulettes and well known stars. The game was booming and then the lights went out according to Joanna Avery and Julie Stevens in their book Too Many Men on the Ice - Womens Hockey in North America).
Why?
Getting the ice for games or practice, an issue still, became a bigger problem with the outset of the war as men’s teams came first. The newspapers claimed that it was important to support the men’s game to keep up morale women’s leagues disbanded . Funds for school athletic programs were cut and women ‘s programs took the biggest hit.
But professional (i.e., NHL) control of Canadian hockey was perhaps the biggest obstacle as the amateur game became little more than a junior partner of the NHL unable to even determine the eligibility of its own members or change its own playing rules without NHL approval according to sociologists Richard Gruneau and David Whitson in their 1993 book Hockey Night in Canada.
Of course, one of the biggest barriers to increasing popularity of women’s hockey is the dearth of media coverage. Pick up any daily paper and you'll be hard pressed to find anything at all. This hasn ‘t always been the case. Elizabeth Etue and Megan K. Williams in On the Edge Women Making Hockey History note the pitiful coverage in various media wasn't always the case. And if you think the appalling state of major league men’s sports would force the media to look for something else to write about, you‘d be wrong. Oh, by the way Brampton beat Burlington 4 - 3 in that December 19th CWHL game. You won't find it in the mainstream media but you can find out more about that league at http://www.cwhl.ca/
It has always seemed to me that the most Canadian of all games should be played or watched outside on a pond or backyard rink or as an alternative in an unheated small town arena where you watch line changes through the mist of your freezing breath.
Let’s face it, that Saturday night version of the game served up by the CBC and dispensed with adolescent beer commercials and the moronic rantings of Don Cherry isn‘t what we imagined as our youthful frozen fingers fumbled awkwardly with skate laces way back when.
Could we have foreseen player lockouts, multi-million dollar annual salaries or the escalation of violence as just "part of the game" that the NHL game has become?
Alternatives
Over the last years I, and many others, have explored options to the NHL. And while they aren’t played on frozen ponds Senior Men‘s (Allan Cup), American Hockey League (AHL) and now defunct National Women's Hockey League Hockey (NWHL) were more accessible as far as price and geography and may have higher entertainment value as well.
Last month I made it out to a women's ice hockey game between the Burlington Barracudas and the Brampton Canadette-Thunder. They play in the new Canadian Women's Hockey League (CWHL). Top stars playing with enthususiam - it was a good game. I'll go again. Women's hockey is worthy of our support.
Some History
The first account of a women's game was in 1891 although it was likely played earlier. A women‘s pro league preceded the male equivalent by eight years. Into the thirties the game was extremely popular attracting huge crowds, producing successful teams like the Preston Rivulettes and well known stars. The game was booming and then the lights went out according to Joanna Avery and Julie Stevens in their book Too Many Men on the Ice - Womens Hockey in North America).
Why?
Getting the ice for games or practice, an issue still, became a bigger problem with the outset of the war as men’s teams came first. The newspapers claimed that it was important to support the men’s game to keep up morale women’s leagues disbanded . Funds for school athletic programs were cut and women ‘s programs took the biggest hit.
But professional (i.e., NHL) control of Canadian hockey was perhaps the biggest obstacle as the amateur game became little more than a junior partner of the NHL unable to even determine the eligibility of its own members or change its own playing rules without NHL approval according to sociologists Richard Gruneau and David Whitson in their 1993 book Hockey Night in Canada.
Of course, one of the biggest barriers to increasing popularity of women’s hockey is the dearth of media coverage. Pick up any daily paper and you'll be hard pressed to find anything at all. This hasn ‘t always been the case. Elizabeth Etue and Megan K. Williams in On the Edge Women Making Hockey History note the pitiful coverage in various media wasn't always the case. And if you think the appalling state of major league men’s sports would force the media to look for something else to write about, you‘d be wrong. Oh, by the way Brampton beat Burlington 4 - 3 in that December 19th CWHL game. You won't find it in the mainstream media but you can find out more about that league at http://www.cwhl.ca/
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