In Praise of the World Juniors

Despite it being a fundamental part of our country’s cultural fabric, I’ve avoided writing about hockey up to now. What could I say about the frozen game that hasn’t already been said?

And yet I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention my long, abiding love for the World Juniors hockey tournament. It’s an annual international tournament that happens over Christmas and New Year’s among the best players under the age of 21. 10 countries vie for the gold medal, though these days there are really only four likely winners–Canada, United States, Russia and Sweden. There are also three middling teams–Finland, Czech Republic and Slovakia, and three whipping boys–Denmark, Switzerland and Latvia.

Each tournament features some of the most inspired and fierce hockey you’ll ever see. These young players are the best in the world, and they’re competing for national pride and future NHL salaries. There are no fights, few cheap shots or half-assed back checks. The gold medal game is usually the best game of hockey I watch each year.

As a lifelong hockey fan, the tournament is also a chance to watch future stars before they make the NHL. Most Canadian players will have some kind of NHL career. Though the very best players like Sidney Crosby or Jonathan Toews will only play in the tournament as a 17-year-old. By the time they’re 18, they’re ensconced in the NHL, and their teams aren’t willing to loan them to the national team for the tournament.

I’ve watched the World Juniors live twice. We lived in Ireland in 2002, so we made a trip to the frosty Czech Republic to watch Team Canada play. That’s me standing outside an arena in Kladno. In 2006, I saw an unstoppable Canadian team beat up on some listless Russians, winning the gold medal in front of 18,630 very loud hometown fans at GM Place.

This year, our boys have skated out to a 8-1 thumping of the Finns on Boxing Day. Tougher tests await, most notably in the form of an excellent American program that’s been in ascendance for the past few years. I’ll be worshiping in front of the LCD god of television in the coming days, gorging on a host of World Juniors and Canucks games.

Do you watch the World Juniors?

Join the 1Y1C Research Brigade

As my year of Canadian immersion comes to a close, I’ve realized that there’s a ton of research I’ve left undone. I simply haven’t had the time this year to assess the Canadianness of a bunch of non-essential categories or sub-categories. For example, I happily had no need for a rifle or shotgun in 2011, so I never got around to determining if there were any made in Canada.

Over the year, I’ve received offers from a few people who volunteered to help with researching the project. It occurred to me that I might be able to crowdsource some of these research challenges. Hence, I’ve created the research brigade.

If you’re a fan of the project, or are just looking for some way to avoid your relatives for 45 minutes or an hour this holiday season, here’s your chance. I’m looking for volunteer researchers to pick a topic and then use their Google kung-fu to determine whether such a product is sourced or manufactured in Canada. Here’s how it would work:

  1. Pick a topic from the list below.
  2. Do online research (or make phone calls, if you’re feeling really eager) to determine if the product is sourced or manufactured in Canada.
  3. Complete the form below with your results (or just email me at darren@1y1c.ca). You can just include notes and links. If you’re keen to write something fully-formed, I might even feature it as a guest blog post in the new year.

Make sense? If there are a lot of examples of Canadian sources or manufacturers, try to pick the most popular ones. It’s quite possible that you’ll discover that there are, in fact, no Canadian-made products for a given topic. That’s okay, too.

What do you get? My undying thanks, of course. Also, if I end up writing a book about the project, I’ll send five randomly selected brigade members a signed copy. We may end up with less than five volunteers, so your odds of gotten a book are good.

Here are the topics. Again, we’re searching for the answer to the question: “Are there any of these products made in Canada?”

  1. Eyeglasses (including sunglasses)
  2. Rifles and shotguns
  3. Common manual tools like screwdrivers and hammers
  4. Tents (for camping)
  5. Motorcycles and scooters
  6. Razors (manual or electric)
  7. Hockey pucks
  8. Common sports equipment like soccer balls, footballs or baseballs
  9. Skates
  10. Pens and pencils
  11. Common school supplies like rules, erasers and felt tip markers
  12. Condoms
  13. Cutlery
  14. Musical instruments
  15. Anything else?

As #15 suggests, if there’s a topic that I haven’t covered that you’re curious about, feel free to dive in. Or you can leave a comment and I’ll add it to the list.

Once you’ve done your research, just fill out the form below. My sincere thanks to anybody who participates!

Photo courtesy of Jenn Calder.

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