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Winnipeg-shot story about beloved hockey legend misses the net by a mile
Among Canadians of a certain vintage, it would be considered nigh on sacrilegious to say anything bad about Gordie Howe.
He was -- and still is, for many -- Mr. Hockey, after all. The best of his generation, blessed with a combination of size, skill, strength, sharp-elbowed nastiness and Saskatchewan-bred humility. An ambassador for his sport, and an eternal hero in his homeland.
So let's get this right up front: I love and respect Gordie Howe just as much as any other puck-loving Canuck who grew up in the latter half of the last century. No disrespect to The Great One or Sid the Kid, but ol' No. 9 will always be my Mr. Hockey.
Which brings us to the CBC movie Mr. Hockey: The Gordie Howe Story, a shot-in-Winnipeg drama that airs Sunday at 8 p.m. on the public broadcaster. Despite the undisputed hockey greatness of the person it seeks to profile, it is not a stellar movie.
Let's just say this Mr. Hockey is never going to end up in anyone's Hall of...