His coach stoically calls him ‘pretty good.’ His captain playfully calls him ‘clueless.’ By season’s end, we all could be calling Boeser ‘rookie of the year’
THE KIDS AREN’T QUITE sure, but they know he’s here. They hop up and down frenetically, clad in a hodgepodge of equipment that doesn’t match, cold air puffing out of their face cages as they prepare to skate on the very ice the Vancouver Canucks did minutes earlier. Somewhere in the MasterCard Centre on Toronto’s outskirts, Boeser lurks. He’s not yet famous enough to be instantly recognizable here, though that’s certainly changed out west. The kids know he’ll dart out of a corner somewhere and don’t want to miss him. It’s a lot like the way opposing defensemen view him during his monster rookie campaign: he’s impossible to find until it’s too late. So the little tykes quiz every male between the ages of 15 and 50 who emerges from the Canucks’ dressing room.
ARE YOU BROCK BOESER? EXCUSE ME. EXCUSE ME. ARE YOU BROCK BOESER?