"So even in our imaginations, we are no longer cutting Savard-like loops behind the blue lines of our ids, or rushing like Paul Coffey or Larry Robinson, the end to end of our egos. The inveterate emblems of Canadian hockey -- the Prairie defenceman as tough as oak, the French-Canadian speeding down the wing -- have given way to boring and unremarkable, all-purpose American athlete types. Impeccably attired, these media-savvy millionaires (hockey, basketball, baseball -- can you tell the difference?) have even fashionable haircuts." Speaking of which,
where do you go to watch hockey in Rome?