By Alex
A few years back Sports Illustrated came out with yet another Special Collector’s Edition – of which I’m always a sucker usually slamming down the cool $15 on the counter of a book store while screaming “I’ll take it!” – titled Greatest Feats.
In it, they determined Wayne Gretzky achieved the greatest feat stating: “(Gretzky’s) career may be the greatest body of work in sports history, and his record for career points will last several lifetimes.”
Points? Try assists alone. Gretzky has 1 963 assists. Just to put that into perspective, that’s more than Mark Messier’s (second all-time) total points 1887! Someone has to amass 1963 points just to get pass his assist totals. Amazing.
I know people have tried to dismiss Gretzky’s feat by asserting he played during a time when scoring was high. This is true but that on to itself is not proof of anything. When you crunch the numbers to adjust them to any era, he still manages to remain at or near the top. The thing is, you need to account for “dominance over your peers” in any given era, and Lord, he was beyond everyone else. It wasn’t even close.
I defy anyone to challenge this. No one owned, with the possible exception of Babe Ruth, a record book like The Great One did. He is the greatest hockey player in history. Debating it is a little like that guy who tries to be different by proclaiming The Beatles were overrated.
So. “It’s fitting that Wayne is turning 50 but only looks 39,” said Prime Minister Stephen Harper, a tribute to Gretzky’s 1981 feat of scoring 50 goals in 39 NHL games, which smashed the previous 50-in-50 record.”
The PM was alluding to Gretzky’s still unbroken 50 goals in 39 games record.
Listening to the radio, reading the papers online, and watching TV, it truly is remarkable the national treasure Gretzky is to Canada. I don’t think Americans can ever quite grasp the importance of Gretzky to Canada. I mean, really, the country almost came to a stand still for his wedding to Janet Jones. Like a woman scorned, the nation wondered about who she was. It was manic.
And in 1988, the unthinkable, unfathomable happened. He was traded to Los Angeles. I swear, if a nation had a heartbeat, that day Canada’s heart stopped. I was in California at the time and I still remember the jolt. Wayne Gretzky…son of Canada…Brother of Zeus…Son of Athena…Cousin of Mars…distant friend to Sam Steele…traded?
To California of all places? Well lemme tell ya, I’m not sure the scars are closed in Canada let alone Edmonton.
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When 99 burst onto the scene I hated him. Mostly because I didn’t understand and mostly because the Edmonton Oilers – one of the greatest dynasties in sports history – swept the Montreal Canadiens one year. My hatred stemmed from the fact they were great and the Habs no longer were. The main source of pride was our ability – led by Bob Gainey and Guy Carbonneau – in shutting down the sick Edmonton offense. The second coming of the “greatest show on earth.”
The league now belonged to the New York Islanders and Edmonton Oilers with really one true team capable of mounting a fight: the Philadelphia Flyers and to a lesser extent Edmonton’s provincial rival Calgary Flames. The Habs were good, very good, but their dynasty had come to a close.
Watching Gretzky obliterate hockey was surreal. I wasn’t sure if I could trust what I was witnessing. He was too great and in Canada, total greatness is an allergy. Of course, it wasn’t like that for everyone. When I was around 10 years old I remember going to play hockey one day and a player had an Oilers jersey stating Gretzky is the best hockey player in the world. He went on to become a doctor. Smart kid.
Me? I loved Mats Naslund. No shame in that. He was a super Swede. Many people loved Mats.
My sole brush with the Great One.
And so time and legend have passed and converged. Wayne Gretzky is 50. I’m older too though significantly younger but we’re both entering a different stage in our lives.
But for a brief moment in time we shared the same universal plane, as I, we, watched the greatest hockey player to ever play the game




