Walter Gretzky wasn’t the only one to make a backyard rink for his kid. Ernie Kane did too, and that’s me, practising like crazy to be a Hab, in our less-than-tony neighbourhood in Orillia. A few years later, when I was playing in an atom/tyke league, I smothered a puck with my knees just like I’d seen Doug Harvey do in a picture, which I still have. The difference was, Harvey smothered the puck in his end, and I smothered mine near the other team’s goal. I remember a man yelling from the stands, “Hey, wrong end!” And I remember hearing some other parents laughing. It’s stuck with me. Maybe it’s why I still have issues.