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And of course, things being what they are, our two Winnipeg teams had traveled all the way to Minneapolis only to end up facing each other in the Mid-Western Regional AAA Final, a game that could have been scheduled just a short drive from everybody’s house back home.

I don’t remember much about that game except that I did not play particularly well and we lost to the team Graham was helping. For some reason, I’d been very calm on the bus taking us from the hotel to the rink for the game and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t more energized for the final. So I mentally “worked myself up,” that being the mantra for successful athletes back then. But I had completely misunderstood what was going on. My perfectly calm state had actually been something I’d never experienced before—perfect preparation for a big moment. As the game wound down I realized that in working myself up, all I’d done was get in the way of my ability to play naturally to the best of my ability. I was so disappointed, so mad at myself.