Iwas a teammate of his longer than I was of anyone else’s. Eleven years, from when I was 10 and he was 12, five years with Humber Valley, two with Etobicoke in junior B, four years in college hockey at Cornell University. In many ways, as it was with Bob McGuinn and lots of others, we never stopped being teammates.

He was a good player, never the best on any of the teams he was on, and a lot better than he looked. His upper body was noticeably long, his legs were noticeably not. He skated pitched forward. He seemed slower than he was. He looked dorky. If he was ever in a fight, it was never intended. If he ever won, it was because his opponent fainted at the sight of blood — Bob’s.

He was also the only player to win a U.S. NCAA college hockey championship, with Cornell in 1967, and a Can

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