His Dad’s name is Walter. He’s from Brantford.
I certainly think Jordan is much revered, but no, he’s not quite to Americans what Gretzky is to Canadians. Again, Americans do not have any sport as important to them as hockey is to us. Basketball isn’t even the most popular sport in America now, and it never has been.
To understand what Gretzky means to Canada, it’s important to understand what hockey means to Canada. Hockey is more than just the statistically most popular sport here; it’s a central part of Canada’s identity. Canada has, since its inception, had to define itself by how it is different from the United States, or from Britain, or, more destructively, how Canadians are different from each other, meaning English and French.
Hockey, however, unites Canada with a positive, proactive identifier. Hockey is the one thing Canadians are absolutely, unquestionably better at than anyone else in the world. Oh, we try to hang our hats on stuff that seems more, well, mature - ooh, the wonderful health care system (which is no better than any number of European systems) oooh, the wonderful, uh, multiculturalism (like there aren’t other multicultural countries) oooh, the quality of life (like Norway or Germany are poor) our wonderful tradition of peacekeeping (which we’ve long since fallen behind in) our alleged love of the environment (utter bullshit, we pollute like crazy.)
Not only are those alterntives either boring or bullshit, Canada has, no matter how Canadians deny it, a massive, massive inferiority complex, because the American are our neighbours, and they’re bigger, tougher, more glamorous. Americans are the best at all KINDS of things; Americans have the biggest economy, the nastiest military, the most Nobel Prize winners. Americans put men on the frickin’ moon. Americans are the best at several sports. American movies fill our theatres, and let’s be honest, they’re better than the boring, artsy junk we tend to make. Canadians alternately babble about how they’re better than Americans, and then worry that Americans don’t love us enough. When the Simpsons put on an episode featuring Homer and clan going to Toronto it was the most pathetic thing you’ve ever seen; the Canadian media made it a major story. Oooh, the Americans are looking at us! Ooooh! Oooooh! Will Ferguson put it best; we’re like a teenaged boy with a crush on an older girl.
But in hockey, there’s simply no doubt; we’re the best. It’s objective fact. Oh, we don’t win every tournament, but we sure win more than anyone else. We’re simply loaded with scads of great players, and always have been. And we’re not quiet about it; our players are, by reputation and design, notoriously arrogant, mean, violent, and obsessed with winning; Europeans will freely and openly admit that Canadian players just seem to have an extra drive to score, fight, check, win. On the international scene our teams are despised with the hatred that the big, bad bully in any sport gets. We’re the Yankees cubed. We invented the sport, we developed the sport, and after more than a century we can still kick your ass from here to Halifax.
And this is not something limited to a particular geography or ethnic group. In the USA, basketball is mostly a black sport now. Football is widely popular but heavily Southern; baseball is increasingly Hispanic, though it’s still an obsession in New England and New York; hockey is northern, NASCAR southern. But in Canada, hockey is universal. English Canadians love hockey, and French Canadians love hockey. British Columbians love hockey, Newfoundlanders love hockey. They love hockey in every little small town, and they love hockey in the giant cities like Montreal and Toronto. When Canadians say “Community centre,” they often mean “A facility primarily designed around an ice rink, but there might be some other stuff there too, I don’t really check it out.” And this is in a country racked, I mean RACKED, with regional and linguistic barriers. Hockey draws us together.
Now, this was always the reality here, and then along comes Wayne Gretzky. In terms of his dominance and impact on his sport, Wayne Gretzky is not the equal of Michael Jordan; he is way, way, way past Jordan. Gretzky’s level of dominance in the 1980s was simply unprecedented in any major sport on this continent, save, as I’ve pointed out, for Babe Ruth (and only at Ruth’s time; his accomplishments were mostly equalled by others.) Gretzky was so statistically beyond anything ever seen before, he crashed the NHL’s statistics computer. No, seriously, he did. He holds all major records by margins that are almost absurd.
He did this without any really obviously unusual physical gifts; he was a decent athlete but nothing special, not a super skater, not really strong. He just… knew. I don’t know how else to put it; he was born knowing more about how to exploit a sport than anyone else. His nickname, “The Great One,” was applied to him when he was ten years old, when he scored 378 goals in 80 games; it was routine for him to score four or five goals in the first period and then just pass the puck to his teammates because he didn’t want to show off.
To watch him was to watch the sport being played in a way other humans could not. Jordan was great, super-great, but he was better than Kobe Bryant, better than Magic Johnson, better than Tracy McGrady. Gretzky was DIFFERENT, not just better. He played the game in a way other players did not; he did not try to overpower his opponents, or even outrace them. He out thought them. The puck would break free, and magically, Gretzky would be waiting for it. A pass bounces errantly, but Gretzky would somehow be there. Men who were faster and quicker than Gretzky would try to hit him, but somehow they could not.
On top of that, he was, personality-wise, perfect. He was humble, gentle, kind. Despite his amazing talent, he was by all accounts the perfectly coachable player, never being a bad seed. Despite his incredible competitiveness, he was a gentleman in a sport of goons. The perfect spokesman for his sport. For his country.
To give you an idea what the American equivalent to Gretzky would be today, try to imagine an America where basketball was at least twice, and probably three times, more popular than it is now. Basketball is the most popular sport almost everywhere in America, FAR more than baseball, football, motor racing - those sports aren’t even close. Basketball is to Americans what soccer is to Brazilians.
Now, imagine a basketball player comes along. In a league where stars score 25 points a game, and superstars are in the low 30s, and the record is something like 50 (set in a day when the rules were a lot differents) this player scores sixty points a game. Remember Kobe’s 81-point night? This player does that 15 times a year. Routinely. Oh, and somehow, he also leads the league in assists and steals. For the first ten years of his career he does this. He breaks every single record there is. He never gets seriously hurt. He’s also the unquestioned leader of his team, and he takes an expansion franchise in a small town - let’s say the Bobcats - and turns them into arguably the greatest team in the history of the sport. On top of that, this player is a perfect gentleman; no scandals, no fights, no whores, no drugs. He’s humble and sweet and lovable and spends his spare time with sick children. His father becomes the symbol of perfect fatherhood.
You STILL don’t quite have Gretzky, because you still don’t quite have Canada’s place in the world as the right context, but you’re getting there.