I remember when..

I remember a story that my mother keeps reminding me of when I was three years old. I was waiting at the doctor’s office, and I was playing with hockey cards when an old man approached me. I was only three at the time, but I was trying to memorize all the statistics and who plays on what team, so if anybody asked me a question, I could be “Jonny on the spot.” The man noticed my hockey cards so he asked if I knew anything about the NHL. I told him to test me. He then asked who my favourite team was? I told him thanks to my Montréal-bread father, who lives and dies by the blue, blanc et rouge that I was a huge Habs fan, knowing all the players and their positions. So he asked me a few questions about the Habs, Who is the captain? Who is the goalie? Who my favourite player was? And with relative ease I responded with the appropriate answer for all of them. So he decided to try a bit harder how many goals has this person score? Whose on this line? Who did they just acquire? And once again with ease I responded with the correct answers. The man was stunned, looking at my mother whose smirk was as big as the sun, says to her “Your son knows a lot at such a young age.” She replied, “ Only problem is he’s not a leaf fan.” My whole life I knew I wanted to be in sports but I just did not know how. I could not play it, when I realized that I could do what a Jay Onrait or a Steve Cybulski were doing, I wanted to give it a shot. I first started doing play-by-play for the North York Grizzlies three years ago, to get the feel of being behind the microphone. As I kept doing it, I realized how much I loved it. My whole life my father told me if I knew sports like I knew Math or Science I would be a genius. Now I tell him that if I know sports like I know sports then I am a genius.