Watching Cole Caufield play hockey is like rewinding to when you were 10 years old. Article content

The sport and the era don’t matter. Maybe it was Guy Lafleur with his mane flying as he soared up the ice, or the real Vladimir Guerrero hitting a ball at his ankles over the fence , or Joe Montana throwing that touchdown against Dallas in the playoffs. Article content Article content

Following sports in the 21st century, it’s easy to feel that the fun has gone out of it, swallowed up in contract negotiations and advanced analytics. The jubilation, the euphoria, the joy — that’s left to some half-forgotten memory, the exact shade of sepia depending on how many decades have elapsed since you felt like that.

Then Caufield scores.

Caufield may look like a refugee from the set of a

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