In sitting down to write about the SASS hockey team, I am reminded of
an anecdote. Last year, early into the hockey season, the coaching staff
for SASS was sitting around with Don Cherry in our conference room. Cigarette
smoke hung low over the plush leather seats and mirror-like marble table.
Two years of history hung ominously above us in the form of the SASS
logo forever etched into the mahogany mantelpiece. We were at the height
of novice hockey, the height of house league, and the pressure was on.
The press was outside waiting for our decision ... would we trade our
star player for no more than 30 million dollars and some pizza from La
Vita et Bella?
"Well," said Don, "You just have to ask yourself whether you can win
Dave looked at me. I looked at Eric. Eric looked at Vicki. We knew what we
had to do.
"Don," we said in concert, "what are you talking about?"
We didn't win. But we came in second. Among four teams.
We sure got our pizza.
Kids like pizza, but you can't trade them for 30 mil.
Coaching Staff for The Toronto Maple Leafs and Coronation SASS Novice