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'An indispensable guide to parents of hockey hopefuls At a time of great change in hockey, Justin Davis exposes the dark underbelly of the journey from the minors to the big leagues Hockey culture: it s a commonly used phrase inside the game, glorifying sacrifice, toughness, loyalty, and a sense of identity. Justin Davis viewed this culture as something he was lucky enough to experience. After all, he d won a Memorial Cup after leading the tournament in scoring, and he d been drafted by the Washington Capitals. In my mind, he says, I was the normal one. Unfortunately, after stepping outside the game, he began to recognize the racism, sexual abuse and bullying that was so deeply ingrained in the sport. And then, as his own children grew into teenagers, the curtain was pulled back, the memories came rushing forward, and he was horrified: Why was I naked in a bus bathroom for four hours with seven teammates? What happened to my brain, and why can t

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Publié par	Ecw Press
Date de parution	18 octobre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781778520051
Langue	English

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Conflicted Scars An Average Player’s Journey to the NHL
Justin Davis
Foreword by Brian Kilrea

Contents Praise for Conflicted Scars Dedication Foreword Introduction Chapter 1: Remember, I’m Seven Chapter 2: A Boy in a Man’s World Chapter 3: The Potato Farmer Chapter 4: Leaving for the Weekend Chapter 5: Fresh Cut Fries, Poolside Eddie, and a Grinding Summer Chapter 6: One-Way Ticket to the Soo Chapter 7: Killer and the Nation’s Capital Chapter 8: Chasing a Girl and Finding Reality Chapter 9: Deutschland Chapter 10: Family, Teaching, and the End of the Road Chapter 11: Loose Ends and a Step to the Future Acknowledgements About the Author Copyright

Praise for Conflicted Scars
“I loved playing in the OHL, the second-best league in the world, and I have loved my life in the NHL. Justin’s book should be on the shelf of every hockey parent. He has some amazing stories . . . and every former player will vouch for them. Canada loves hockey, and rightly so, but we have to make sure the kids come first. I am glad my friend wrote this book.” — Joe Thornton, 22-year NHL veteran and Hart Memorial and Art Ross Trophy winner
“Justin Davis shows us that hockey is a lot like life. It can be glorious. It can be painful. You can fall in love one moment and be heartbroken the next. This book is a must-read for anyone who ever dreamed of playing in the NHL, or perhaps more importantly, for any parent who is dreaming that their child could be The Next One.” — Ken Reid, Sportsnet Central Host and best-selling author of Hockey Card Stories
“Justin Davis blows the doors off all your assumptions about Junior hockey. He courageously reevaluates the toxic culture he was a part of and what was considered to be normal rites of passage and team-bonding by everyone involved in the sport. Conflicted Scars is essential reading for all hockey fans and an important contribution to exposing the dark underbelly of the game that has been kept secret for far too long.” — Allan Walsh, Player Agent
“Honest, sometimes uncomfortable storytelling makes this a must-read for every parent whose child is chasing the all-too-familiar dream of becoming a professional hockey player. Multiple Are you kidding me? moments. I couldn’t put it down.” — Rick Westhead, Senior Correspondent at TSN Sports and CTV National News
“In hockey, we celebrate the stories of the stars that play the game and glorify the scars that come with it. This book uncovers the internal scars players face long-term and their struggles to figure out right and wrong. Justin Davis has lived and breathed the game and its many nuances and contradictions. He beautifully captures why the sport leaves so many with those conflicted scars.” — James Duthie, award-winning host of TSN Hockey and bestselling author of The Guy on the Left

Dedication
To Josh, Grace, and Avery
As you got older, you started asking about the rings tucked away in my drawer and the jerseys hidden in the closet. You’ve rolled your eyes at my quirks and wondered what your dad was thinking when I’ve struggled to show my emotions. It’s my hope that the chapters of this book, glimpses of your dad’s story, might give you some answers . . . it might also explain why I sit alone at your games.

Foreword
I first set eyes on Justin Davis when he was 16 years old, playing in Cambridge, Ontario. I was taking a break from coaching during the 1994–95 season, and I watched him play on a scouting trip at the Galt Gardens. He’s one of those guys who you don’t really notice until the game is over and you realize he’s got a goal and a couple of assists. He was a good skater with really soft hands. Everything he does is quiet, and he played really well in his own end, which is why he fit in so well for me down the road. We didn’t take him in the 1995 OHL Draft because it was rumoured that he was headed for the NCAA, and we didn’t want to waste a pick. In his rookie year with the Kingston Frontenacs, it seemed like he scored against us every time we played each other. When he was playing with the Soo Greyhounds a couple of years later, he was really struggling. He didn’t fit in with his coach’s style of physical play, but I knew he would fit in perfectly in Ottawa. I called the Soo and said, “I’ll take Justin Davis and I’ll give you a draft pick or the waiver money, whatever you want.” We ended up getting Justin for a sixth-round pick, and he became an unheralded scorer for us for two years and led the 1999 Memorial Cup in scoring. Justin’s pass to Matt Zultek for the tournament-winning goal was one of the most important passes in 67’s history. Adding Justin to our team was one of the best trades I ever made, and he was a huge part of the Ottawa 67’s. I wish the very best for all of my former players, and I hope this book helps not only Justin, but also all of the parents out there dreaming of NHL success for their own kids. I’m glad that I had a part in Justin’s career and that I was there when he needed a “coach” the most.
— Brian Kilrea

Introduction
You may have seen the cover of this book and asked yourself, why?
Why would an “average” hockey player whose name barely registers with hockey fans write a book, and why would anyone bother to read it? Why would this player think that anyone would spend time reading his story when his entire hockey career is currently being overshadowed by his 16-year-old son? Well, it’s complicated. The world of hockey has had a grand reawakening over the last couple of years, and to quote the legendary Canadian hockey broadcaster Bob Cole, “Everything is happening.” Since 2020, a growing number of high-profile coaches have been fired because of past transgressions, and many more are secretly feeling the heat. I can guarantee you there are numerous behind-the-scenes apology tours happening as we speak, orchestrated by abusive coaches looking to maintain their place inside the game. But the dressing room doors have opened, and these predators can no longer hide behind their organizations. At the same time, junior hockey has had to address decades of hazing incidents, the research being done on CTE and repetitive brain injury has been eye-opening for former players, and Don Cherry’s firing has the NHL distancing itself from its storied past. Add Akim Aliu’s letter addressing the systemic racism in the game, and one thing is certainly clear: hockey needs to get better.
When Akim Aliu first told his story in 2020, my reaction was that he was soft and needed to toughen up. In my mind, he was a terrible team player and he sounded like an egotistical, cancerous presence. We all participated in the same initiations, we were all treated terribly by veteran players, and racism was just something that we normalized. I thought he was the issue; it was our job to conform to the norms of the hockey world. Varying from those norms, especially as a player of colour, was highly frowned upon. What’s said in the room stays in the room, and it appeared to me that Akim was breaking the hockey code wherever he went. Then this memoir happened. I started to see myself through my son’s eyes as a 16-year-old rookie all over again. Would I want him to have the same experiences in hockey? Akim had Tiger Balm put in his jock, his equipment thrown on the roof, he was bullied and tormented in front of his coach, asked to strip naked in a bus bathroom with the heat cranked up, cross-checked in the mouth at practice — losing seven teeth before being challenged to fight — called the N-word by a coach, and treated differently at every level because of the colour of his skin. In his letter, he remembered being told that he didn’t get the “culture” of hockey. I now realize that we never understood the word culture. We used the word as an excuse, or an alibi, to carry out these hideous acts on minors that had been a tradition for decades. The difference for me was that I looked the same as everyone else. I soon realized that I was the issue, not Akim. Throughout my career, I was complicit in this behaviour, and I never stood up to stop it. I was ignorant. One of my coaches used to ask an Indigenous teammate if it would be easier to send him a smoke signal than explain the drill, and anyone with an Indigenous background would be called “Chief” or some other discriminatory slur. I heard the N-word numerous times in the dressing room, in the stands, and on the ice, and although I knew it was wrong and wouldn’t say it myself, in my mind it wasn’t my problem. One of my childhood friends, while playing pro hockey in Germany, had bananas thrown at him during a game, but I never asked what I could do to help. Afraid of risking my own career by taking a stand, I never once spoke up to say this was wrong. It has taken me a long time to get to this place. When you are immersed in a world that tells you how to think, act, and behave from the time you are five years old, it’s tough to see things differently. At some point, you need to step away from the game and see things from a distance. My friend Darren was recently explaining to one of our former teammates, Chris George, that he was treated differently in the OHL, and that he wasn’t given the same opportunities that we were because he was Black. Chris should’ve been the coach’s favourite player: he played physical, was highly skilled, and loved to fight. He was surprised at how we saw things. When a Black hockey player doesn’t realize that he’s being treated differently, and his path to the NHL looks much different from our journey, it’s no surprise that it took me this long to see things through a different lens.
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