Abby's Chase Claypool is having one heck of a start to the season
Domination extends well beyond the ice, with stars rising up across the sports spectrum
As Jamal Murray's dream of a playoff season begins to wind down, I find myself oddly thinking about Mike Smrek.
And about then and now. You probably don't know the name. In 1988, the year now famous for Ben Johnson, I was sent to Los Angeles to do a feature story on Smrek.
He was one of the few Canadians in the NBA back then, living in this underwhelming hotel just across the street from the Fabulous Forum. Smrek was 7-feet tall, white, friendly and slightly awkward. He was the backup for Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, who really didn't need a backup on those phenomenal Lakers championship teams. Smrek has two NBA rings to prove he was there.
When I went to interview Jabbar about Smrek, he actually thought it was a prank of some kind. You're asking about who? Why? You're serious?
That was Canadians in the NBA then. In 21 playoffs games over eight seasons, Smrek, from Welland, Ont., scored 11 points.
Inside the bubble, Jamal Murray from Kitchener, an hour away from Welland, does that about every 11 minutes. He has put on a show this NBA playoff like we've rarely seen before. In Game 7 against Kawhi Leonard and the Clippers, he scored 40 points in a stunning onesided Denver win. Against Utah the round before, he scored 50, 42 and 50 in three consecutive games. Breathtaking numbers for any player.
But for a Canadian, considering the history, it's more than that. It's Steve Nash-like, and he won two most valuable player awards, which still defies possibility and probability. The other day, a German won the Hart Trophy as the NHL's MVP; a Swiss won the Norris Trophy as best defenceman; an American won the Vezina Trophy and if the Conn Smythe Trophy was voted on today, the competition would be between a Russian, a Kazakh, a Swede and a Finn. Our game isn't just ours anymore. Just as we've entered games that were never ours.
The contrast of Murray now to Smrek then is not just about basketball. It's about this country. It's about the amazing depth of athletes we have, a national roster like never before. It's about a Canada, strong and free and sporting, like no Canada before it.
The first significant tennis tournament I covered had Bjorn Borg defeat John McEnroe
in the finals of the 1979 Canadian Open. A few weeks after that, McEnroe went on to win his first major, the U.S. Open.
There were no Canadians in the main draw of the U.S. Open that year, but there were 63 Americans. In the past few days, while Murray has continued to star for Denver, Denis Shapovalov has moved to 10th in the world of men's tennis, not that far ahead of Felix-Auger Aliassime and Milos Raonic. As we continue to wait for the return of U.S. Open champion Bianca Andreescu, she remains ranked seventh in the world.
The top Canadian tennis player in 1979, when Borg won at York University, was Rejean Genois. Who outside of Quebec is about as famous today as Smrek.
The top American tennis player is John Isner, and he's rated below two Canadians.
You can go sport to sport now and see the accomplishments of Canadians and the strength and depth seems to be growing by the day. And in places where we normally don't exist.
On Sunday, Chase Claypool, a tall 22-year-old from
Abbotsford, playing in his second game in the NFL for the Pittsburgh Steelers, scored on an 84-yard touchdown pass from Ben Roethlisberger.
No Canadian has ever done that before.
The debut of Claypool comes in the same year in which Alfonso Davies, the youngster from Edmonton, and Kadeisha Buchanan win championships at the highest level of club soccer and as important players on their teams. Both should already be in the Lou Marsh discussion for Canadian athlete of the year, along with Murray of basketball, along with Nathan MacKinnon of hockey, along with Shapovalov of tennis, along with Dr. Laurent Duvernay-Tardif, Super Bowl champion and along with the perennial contender, Brooke Henderson.
Once upon a time in Canadian sport, there was Ferguson Jenkins and just about no one else on the highest pedestal of sport that wasn't hockey. We probably take Jenkins for granted now, especially in a year in which Larry Walker was supposed to be inducted in the Baseball Hall of Fame.
But take a moment, if you can, and look up his career statistics. At a different time, in really a different game, Jenkins won 20 games seven times, had eight seasons of 20 or more complete games, had 11 seasons of 240 or more innings pitched, five seasons of more than 300 innings thrown.
He was on his own, putting up Jamal Murray kind of numbers from baseball in the '60s and '70s. And Murray's not alone, not even in the NBA where Shai Gilgeous-Alexander and others are next in line. And Jonathan David isn't that far behind Davies. And Buchanan follows Christine Sinclair. And that's without going into the exploits of Joey Votto, who is clearly nearing the end as a major league player.
We expect Connor McDavid and Sidney Crosby and MacKinnon to be the top players in hockey. We always have that. The rest is new and wondrous and fascinating and growing.
With all these golfers who can contend on almost any LPGA week, Henderson, still a kid, is among the best in the world. And so is Murray, with at least another game to go against LeBron James and the Los Angeles Lakers and we hope more. We want more.
And all this happening around this special week of Schitt's Creek; we are far more than a country that just makes people laugh. We can hit a lot of threes in a whole lot of sports — and that makes my heart beat just a little bit louder.