Ashley Messier builds hockey legacy with sights on PWHL, Olympics
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Mark Messier is her distant cousin, but this Sask. hockey product is carving her own path.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Sorry, Saskatchewan. This is the only weekend of the year that I hope is plagued by bad weather.
Snow. Rain. Wind. Cold. Sleet. I don’t care. It’s Masters weekend. The start of the golf season. That music. TV announcer Jim Nantz making sure he doesn’t offend the organizers like his predecessors, Jack Whitaker and Gary McCord, whose descriptions got them banished from the broadcasts.
I want to watch TV for four straight days, knowing my lawn is whispering to be raked. The garage needs cleaning and the flower beds should be dug.
Instead, I’m captivated by the azaleas, the feigned reverence for Augusta National and its hokey name for each of its 18 holes. The hush. Amen Corner. Reminiscing about Ben Hogan, Jack Nicklaus, Nick Faldo, Mike Weir, Tiger Woods, Phil Mickelson and Bubba Watson earning those horrible green jackets. I’m cheering for Rory McIlroy.
It really is a tradition like no other. And the snow will melt.