Wow. I have to admit that I have been very impressed by what I have seen so far out of the Vancouver Canucks. Now, I realize it is only one game, but after an impressive 5 and 1 pre-season record and a shellacking of Calgary, the Canucks are playing some pretty damn good hockey. I was very skeptical of their season this year and felt they did not have what is needed (especially up front) to be fully competitive; but my tone is softening somewhat. I still feel they will need to make some serious additions but what I have really liked so far is the tempo and style they have been playing. The days of the neutral zone trap seem to be gone and in exchange they are playing an up-tempo aggressive forecheck style of play, which GM Mike Gillis did promise. So, yes, still another 81 games to go but so far I like what I see out of the team and hope they can continue to play this more exciting brand of hockey from here on in. Go Canucks!

Well, the sleeping habits of young Svea Elina have royally stumped Kristin and I for the past year and trying to figure out how to get her to sleep on her own has been a daunting task to say the least. Magnus was extremely easy in his sleeping habits which gave us both an inflated sense of our parenting skills, but Svea has been another story altogether. Now, I realize we are the only ones to blame for our current predicament by allowing her to sleep with us, but those days have officially come to an end and time for hard ball is now! Basically, Svea always began her night sleeping in the crib but would always eventually end up with Mom in the bed to finish off the night. This all changed last night when we switched the venue of her crib from Mom and Dad’s bedroom to the computer room. (We have a bed made for her in the bunk bed but she refuses to sleep there so we were forced to come up with another plan B). So, with all of this said, last night was Svea’s first night sleeping alone. She cried many times for Mamma but did stay the course of the night alone. We will see how it all goes but for now Mom and Dad are very humbled by this young girl and I can only hope and pray that we have nipped this problem in the bud - soon!

Another little classic graphic novel I picked up over the holidays was The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen by Alan Moore. I thoroughly enjoyed the first volume in the series and have just ordered the second. The Victorian Era plotlines in this series are very detailed and interesting and have a beautiful wit within the dialogue. Alan Moore’s novels have become quite the hit on the silver screen but Moore has continually refused to be a part of them - and judging the finished product of a few of his stories I am sure he is happy with his decision.

Tomorrow the puck officially drops for the 2008/09 NHL season. You’ve heard me say it before and I will say it again: hockey is the greatest game on earth and I absolutely love everything about it. There should be plenty of intrigue within the league and with the Canucks to keep me going, so without further adieu…let the games begin!

In the passing years after the historic Summit Series, the William’s Creek Hockey League flourished as teams from all over the central interior once again joined forces. The Barkerville Goldpanners continued their legacy of success by winning a record 23 championships before the league folded, again, this time in 1987 due to government cutbacks. But, with the inception of yet another league, the BCHP, professional hockey was once again re-kindled in Barkerville and the Goldpanners were, again, the hottest ticket in town. This time, teams from all over British Columbia were in: teams such as the Chetwynd Chiefs, Tumbler Ridge Typhoon, New Hazelton Banshees, Mackenzie Crushers, Burns Lake X-Men and the Williams Lake Stampeders would now all be vying for the prestigious “Joe McGrath Trophy” – hockey’s new golden chalice.

Early in the first year of the Engleson era were definitely times that everyone in the Goldpanners organization wishes to have back. The team was floundering hard, and many publicly voiced their concern that Engleson might be, in fact, in a little over his head. Pretty much everyone drafted just was not fitting in and the team lacked overall chemistry - the tradition was in question. But then came the news that shocked the community: “I guarantee that this team will win the “Joe McGrath Trophy” in three years. That is my word to you all,” announced Engleson at a press conference half way through the season. From that moment on, Engleson traded away all his high end talent and rebuilt the team through youth. The Goldpanners had a promising young center in Joe Thorton to build around, and from there the newly appointed manager just masterfully put the pieces together to compensate him. “It was easy, everyone thought I was a chump anyways, so the trades just came that much easier – little did they know,” Engleson stated with a wink. And true to his word, Engleson’s Goldpanners won the Joe McGrath Trophy in their third (and promised) year and then went on to repeat a year later – the BCHP’s first true dynasty.

In looking at the current squad of the Barkerville Goldpanners it is clear to see that Engleson is, once again, up to his old tricks. Last year, the Goldpanners found themselves, again, in last place, but to see the promising young talent currently assembled and proudly wearing the Goldpanners jersey clearly shows that this team will once again be on top. “Yes, I have guaranteed that I will win before the Bella Coola Thunderbirds, and, I will also win two-times before the River Rats even make the top three,” reaffirmed Engleson when discussing the future of this organization. “We are a community with a dream and an organization with a vision – no one can stop those forces. And I, whole-heartedly, continue to stand by my word.” In closing, the Goldpanners legacy is one that will always be measured by history itself; this is a team that has been around for a long time and has achieved a lot of success along the way. Players and builders come and go, but only the legends remain. Time will tell how Engleson’s legacy will be remembered alongside the other giants in this great organization, but one thing is clear, Engleson has proven his worth already and definitely looks to be on the right path for legendary status - yes, the Goldpanners tradition is in good hands in the Engleson era.

Well, our little girl is growing up with each new day. Lately she has really been talking up a storm and has now turned to her ABC’s. Keep it goin’ girlfriend, you’re doing great!

Harvey “Big Bomber” Jackson

The people of Wells did not approve of the condescending attitudes of those from Barkerville; and for the people of Barkerville, seeing the dawning of a new gold rush seemed very unlikely and completely naïve. So, a natural ideological hatred grew between the two communities: tradition vs. modernization. Sensing this, a new giant figurehead arose in Barkerville that knew there was only one way to settle this score once and for all - hockey. Harvey “Big Bomber” Jackson was born and raised in Barkerville and had a deep respect for the game and the Goldpanners tradition, and also desperately wanted to bring professional hockey back to the Barkerville area. So, as legend has it, during one of his weekly games of poker, Harvey “Big Bomber” Jackson laid down the ultimate bet to anyone willing to take it: an eight game summit series that would pit the best hockey players in Barkerville against the best in Wells. Silence filled the smoky room at J.T’s Saloon, but then, with one final draw on his cigar, Ted “Buster” Bradbury, a Wells resident and huge hockey fan, stood up and accepted the challenge and then upped the ante with a $2000 incentive bonus going to the winner. With a gentleman’s handshake, the two newly appointed managers played to see who would upfront that bonus money, and to see who would get to choose home ice advantage. It was the card game of all card games, and, in the end, after two grueling hours, Harvey “Big Bomber” Jackson laid down an ace-high royal flush (all in spades) to seal the deal. So it was set, four games in Barkerville, four games in Wells, equal salary caps and equal access to the open markets, and then, on November 14th, 1939, in Barkerville, the stage was set for the first game of hockey’s ultimate challenge.

Despite placing a solid team within the William’s Creek Hockey League for the previous four years, the Wells players were still relatively new to the game, even with the new recruits. Many of the players dabbled in hockey recreationally, but nothing to the scale they were going to be tested to in the Summit Series. The Goldpanners, on the other hand, knew they had a great team and also had history on their side. “This series will be no contest,” stated a very confident “Big Bomber” Jackson, “Wells won’t even win a game.” This arrogance from the makeshift manager infected the Goldpanners squad as they skated onto the ice for Game 1. And within the space of three hours, Barkerville’s hockey superiority had been collectively humbled beyond belief after a 6-3 routing by Bradbury’s Placer Miners. And it did not get any better in Game 2 where Barkerville once again found themselves on the wrong end of a 7-1 score. “We’re just not getting the bounces,” stated team goaltender “Fast” Eddy Steen. Game 3 saw the Goldpanners squeak out a last minute tie, but the team from Wells just seemed to control the entire game, and what was now looking like, the entire series. “These have been the darkest days for the Goldpanners,” exclaimed a devastated “Big Bomber” Jackson, “I don’t know what is going on here.” The fans from Barkerville fed off this and began to lash out at the Goldpanners booing them on site for Game 4, for their hockey esteem had been damaged beyond repair as well. As the game concluded, the Wells Placer Miners found themselves comfortably in the driver’s seat of the series with a 3-0-1 record; the Barkerville Goldpanners, in the first four games, had been outworked, outmuscled and simply outclassed; the Summit Series was looking as though it was over - but then stepped in the Goldpanners captain, #14, “Bad News” Gord Drillion.

Drillion fighting off a Wells player in Game #5. Many say he was a man possessed in the last four games of the series.

“To all the people in Barkerville: we are trying here, we’re giving it our best! This team (Wells) has done a lot of good work in this series and they should be commended, but to have our own fans boo us is an absolute disgrace. We are playing in this series for the love of Barkerville and for the love of the Goldpanners. I just can’t believe the people here have done this to us,” stated a dejected Drillion after Game 4. But after the dust settled, this moment was just what the Goldpanners needed. Games 5 through 8 were a complete turnaround and Barkerville won them all in convincing fashion. Drillion scored an amazing 16 points in the last four games to lead the overall series in points. “He was a man possessed,” stated an elated linemate, “Red” Hornby, after the series “our captain showed us the way.” When asked what caused the big turnaround, the captain had only this to say: “We had to win. This was more than just hockey here, this was the Goldpanners tradition at stake, and I wasn’t going to let my conscience be apart of a losing squad. Not in this series.” Returning home, the fans from Barkerville, while slightly embarrassed of their earlier display, treated their beloved Goldpanners as conquering heroes and littered the streets to cheer them on. No one cared about the ugliness that occurred earlier in this series, for now, the Goldpanners tradition was back on top of the hockey world and no one was going to take that away. Sadly, months later, Gord Drillion’s yellow Fairchild 18 two-seater plane went down somewhere over Bowron Lakes and was never found. High above the rafters in The Saloon today hangs Drillion’s number #14, which serves as a reminder to all the efforts, dedication and legacy of the great Goldpanners captain’s service to his team – he will never be forgotten.

#14 Gord Drillion (right hand side) one of the greatest Goldpanners to ever wear the jersey.

Yes, today is the 59th birthday of the People’s Republic of China. Most have the day off today and all will be celebrating. Hope you all have a great day!

For the Barkerville Goldpanners, this was both good news and bad. It was good in the sense that it brought even more attention to the game, which, in turn, greatly elevated the level of competition. The William’s Creek Hockey League expanded into other communities in the central interior and was then renamed the Western Interior Hockey League, with the Goldpanners now being the only team from Barkerville competing. Gone were the days when any team could challenge for Lord Stanley’s prize, now teams had to be officially registered to qualify for the opportunity to compete. So with that, the Goldpanners seized this opportunity and became the powerhouse team in the newly developed league. In the first five years of the WIHL, the Goldpanners were champions five times, ironically, defeating a team from Bella Coola, who were then called the Northern Crosses, to claim their impressive fifth straight title in 1913. In many ways at this time, life was simply too good for the Barkerville Goldpanners.

But then Lester Patrick moved west and began cementing his plans for a new rival league down south – the Pacific Coast Hockey League. Teams such as the Victoria Aristocrats, the New Westminster Royals and Vancouver Millionaires began taking shape; and with that the big money now began to flow. Victoria housed the first indoor artificial rink in the Dominion that seated fifteen-thousand people. This luxury greatly damaged the fate of the WIHL, and the Barkerville Goldpanners, simply because the contracts signed up north could not compete with those offered down south. Therefore, many players from the WIHL traveled south to cash in on their fame and fortune and to have the opportunity to compete along side such icons as Fred “Cyclone” Taylor, thus killing hockey in the interior and dismantling the Barkerville Goldpanners professionally. Barkerville tried everything possible to join ranks with Patrick’s new league, but geographical logistics killed the negotiations before they had even begun. There would be many winters without professional hockey in Barkerville - until that one event, that one event when everything changed…

Continuing on my graphic novel kick, I just recently finished reading V for Vendetta by Alan Moore. Not much to say except that it is an absolute classic! The storyline is most intense (Guy Fawkes lovers beware!) and the artwork is fantastic. Get your copy today!

“I want to compile the best Barkerville has to offer and put them up against the best there is in hockey today. There is no doubt in my mind our boys here in Barkerville can go to Montreal and bring this cup back.” The Montreal Victorias were one of early hockey’s first dynasties, winning the Stanley Cup five times between 1893 and 1898, and, attempting to take the cup away from them was going to be an extremely tall order – but that did not sway Bain, in fact, it only made him more determined.

Now in his early sixties, Bain still had the same fire and passion for hockey as he did all those years ago on the Rideau Canal, and he meticulously molded the first ever “all-star elite” Barkerville Goldpanners into championship form. Then finally, on January 22nd, 1899, the Goldpanners set a trail to Montreal to play for Lord Stanley’s Dominion Challenge Cup. The team’s five week journey saw them travel by stagecoach down to New Westminster and then across Canada on the newly created Canadian Pacific Railway. But, tragically, just outside of Yale, the fate of the Goldpanners Stanley Cup run was changed forever. Inflicted with a dreaded bout of tuberculosis for quite some time (but never telling anyone), Bain’s lungs finally gave out and he died at the age of sixty-two. “We have lost our coach, mentor and father,” expressed a tearful “Newsy” Lacroix, “but we have to continue our journey – our goal isn’t done yet.”

So it was with weary bones and heavy hearts the Goldpanners set path to Montreal to play the powerhouse Victorias. Bain’s last words to his team were, “do this for me and for Barkerville.” And that they did. Once in Montreal, the Goldpanners played hard for the opening half of the first match, and were only trailing 3-1 at halftime. But in the second half all hell broke loose, with a stick swinging duel between Barkerville’s “Sureshot” Kennedy and Montreal’s Alf Moore, earning them each a fifteen minute banishment to cool down. That incident seemed to rattle the Goldpanners and when the match was over, Barkerville was on the wrong end of a 9-4 loss; and Game 2 was much the same losing 5-2 in a tough, hard fought battle. “We played as hard as we could for each other, for the people of Barkerville, and, for William Bain,” exclaimed Goldpanners goaltender Willy Drapeau. Though the Goldpanners were unsentimentally defeated by Montreal, their epic quest and desire to capture Lord Stanley’s silver chalice forged a legacy of greatness that has remained with this franchise a century later - the Goldpanners officially entered hockey’s ultimate lore.

Life in Barkerville in the early 1880’s had calmed considerably due to the realization that the streets would never again be paved with the riches as it had been the past few years. From this, the consequent culling of the prospectors and dreamers brought order to the small town; and from that winter sports began to flourish. Since many of those who stayed behind still had “many good years left in them,” and the fact that winter lasted for six months in the high British Columbian interior, Barkerville was considered prime hockey territory.

Bain, being one of Barkerville’s leading citizens, constructed the first ever ice rink in 1883 and then established the William’s Creek Hockey League, which was comprised of four competing clubs: one from the North-west Mounted Police, one from the civil services, another from a group of merchants down in Stanley, and one from a group of prospectors in Francistown. As the years passed on and Bain’s dedication to hockey in Barkerville grew, the William’s Creek Hockey League began to produce some very excellent talent. Great players such as Mike “Sureshot” Kennedy, Archibald Martin, Albert “One-Eyed” McPhee and Norman “Newsy” Lacroix became household names. But none of them could even dream of what William James Bain–Overlander had up his sleeve next…

The Goldpanners first practice. Bain seen behind the net molding his team to perfection.

Around the same time of the great CPR railway, news started to travel more freely around the Dominion of Canada, and reports of a trophy back east began to filter into the lonely goldpanning town. “In the hopes of uniting this great land together, there shall be Challenge Cup established in this Dominion where teams from all over can be invited to compete.” These words were spoken, of course, by none other than Sir Frederick Arthur Stanley – Lord Stanley of Preston himself. And from this grand new trophy Bain began to compile his “all-star elite” team that would he would personally mold to one day travel the 6,000 kilometers across the country to challenge the mighty Montreal Victorias, the holders of Lord Stanley’s new cup – and thus the Barkerville Goldpanners were born.