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Canada'
editorial
Quinn
belongs in
Hall of Fame
If cigars exist in the afterlife, you can bet
Pat Quinn is gnawing on one of his
favourite stogies right now.
In 2002, doctors told Quinn he needed to
stop smoking cigars, thereby stripping him of
one of the true joys of his life. Fortunately, he
always had his other love - hockey - to lean on.
And lean on it he did, dedicating his life
to the sport until the time of his passing on
Sunday night in Vancouver.
That's why it says here that, sooner than
later, Pat Quinn should be inducted into
the Hockey Hall of Fame.
While Quinn's critics will point to the fact
he never won a Stanley Cup in his two dec-
ades of coaching in the NHL, that's a
flawed argument. Indeed, if hockey is an
integral part of the cultural fabric of Can-
ada, as many of us believe, then the contri-
butions Pat Quinn made to the sport in this
country are unparalleled, Cup or no Cup.
In his 20 -year stint behind an NHL bench,
three of the five teams he coached were
based in Canada - the Canucics, Maple Leafs
and Oilers. With the Canucks, he led them
to the final in 1994, one of only three times
the franchise has been that far. With the
Leafs, he twice coached them to the NH1's
Final Four - the furthest the Original Six
team has managed to get since 1967.
In the process, there were two Jack
Adams Trophies as NHL coach of the year,
and 684 wins, fifth all-time among coaches.
On the international front, Quinn
coached Team Canada to gold medals at
the 2008 IIHF World Championships and
the 2009 World Junior Championships
along with World Cup title in 2004.
And then there was the coup de grace -
the 2002 Winter Games. With Quinn as
head coach, Canada won its first Olympic
title in 50 years, a milestone moment in
Canadian sports history.
If those contributions aren't worthy of a
spot in the hallowed Hall, we don't know
what is.
At the time of his passing, Pat Quinn was
chairman of the Hall of Fame. Now it's time
he goes in as a builder.
Enjoy that stogie, Pat, wherever you are.
And rest in peace.
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Taking a walk in their shoes
Atopic I've tried to
stay away from
over the previous
month has been the
accusations of assault
on CBC darling Jian
Ghomeshi.
With the media circus
surrounding the behind
the scenes antics of Can-
ada's golden voiced interviewer, I saw
no reason to add my two cents, espe-
cially considering so many journalists
had already jumped at the chance to
let their opinions be known.
That is, until now.
Last week Ghomeshi was arrested
and charged with four counts of sex-
ual assault and suddenly the land-
scape of the story has changed.
What started off as a pity party for a
poor, misunderstood Canadian celeb-
rity has turned into a case with enough
merit for police to become involved.
And in my opinion, it's about darn
time.
So really, what changed?
After weeks of speculation and
rumours, several women came forward
unafraid of letting their names and sto-
ries be known, putting a face to the
crimes so many found hard to believe.
Many, including members of several
media outlets, had previously
expressed the idea the alleged victims
were trying to make a name for them-
selves. That these women had some-
how asked for this type of treatment,
misunderstood their date's obvious
intentions or put themselves in these
situations.
It's called victim shaming, and I
heard it all.
"Seems suspicious they didn't
come forward until now."
"They probably did something
they regretted and now they're trying
to make this poor guy pay for ie
"But, I grew up listening to him on
the radio, there's no way he could
have done this:'
With all the backlash against these
women - mostly stemming from
Ghomeshi's original claim of inno-
cence via Facebook, not to mention
his $55 -million joke of a lawsuit -
how on earth could anyone work up
the courage to make a stand?
How could they not feel helpless?
Unable to conceive a scenario where
they wouldn't be ridiculed or
accused themselves?
This is a feeling I know all too well.
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Truth is, it's been
almost 10 years since I
found myself in a simi-
larly less than ideal sit-
uation. It's a story I've
rarely told, but hearing
so many people play
the victim 'blame
game,' I'm inspired to
tell it now.
Heading into my second year of
University, I travelled to Belleville to
visit a classmate during the annual
Waterfront Festival, a weekend of
fun capped off with two nights of live
bands and a lot of partying.Even
though such big and loud events
were never really my thing, we
headed down to the concert at sun-
set with a group of her friends for
what I hoped would be a fun night.
As the music blared and the beer
flowed, I unknowingly attracted
the attention of a guy my friend
had known for years. While I stuck
to my bottle of water, everyone else
continued to drink and after a
while this seemingly harmless guy
started to get a little loud and a lit-
tle aggressive. I tried to some dis-
tance between us, but my friend
kept assuring me he was harmless
and we turned our attention back
to the show.
At the end of the night, we started
to head home but after being over-
whelmed by the masses of people
leaving the concert, my friend and I
got separated.
And so, I found myself alone in a
strange town, with Mr. Pushy.
That's when things went from bad
to worse.
What started out what as what he
probably saw as harmless flirting,
turned into a physical altercation.
My mind racing, I went with my
first instinct; I ran.
Fear pumping through my body, I
booked it down the street, cabs and
pedestrians passing by despite my
cries for help, my attacker hot on
my heels.
As I reached the downtown core, I
turned a corner and ran face first
into a police officer's chest.
Looking up at him, emotion over-
whelmed me and that's when the
tears came hard and fast.
Up until that point I had held
myself together, too busy thinking
and even busier running.
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