FWIW, Gordie Howe was an absolute physical freak. As a 14 year old he took a construction job with his father. Being a green teenager, Gordie got stuck with the worst jobs — one of which was to carry bags of cement from one side of the site to another. Full grown men would stop working to watch him casually carrying a 90lb bag in each hand. That isn’t some urban legend, he was just a gorilla physically. When his father told that story, he made a point to emphasize that it wasn’t just that Gordie could carry so much weight in each hand, but the fact that he could grip a fully-packed bag of cement hard enough not to drop it. Grown men on the site had a hard time holding one bag with both hands.
He was fully ambidextrous, enough to routinely switch stick hands mid-shift at the NHL level. He was a natural enough athlete that he played semi-pro baseball in the summer just for the exercise. His neck and shoulders were ropes of muscle, and his biceps were as thick as some men’s thighs. He had a bodybuilder’s physique before the era of weight training. Again this is not urban legend, look at a photo of him. He was the same height and slightly heavier than the average NHL player in 2022. Needless to say, his pain threshold was nearly nonexistent and he continued to perform at a star level even after major cranial surgery and the removal of virtually all the cartilage from his knees.
I have absolutely no doubt that he could have been a star in the NHL today. He was a better athlete than 95% of the guys who are out there now. “Teleported” Gordie might need to figure out how to get the most of modern skates and sticks, and he’d have to get used to a visor, but that’s not a very meaningful limitation. Fundamentally, he was a big, strong, tough, mean SOB who could skate and shoot and pass.
Thanks for posting this. Couldn’t agree more.
One thing you don’t mention (not germane to your central point, so not a criticism) is that Howe (also Richard, Hull, Beliveau, etc.) came from a huge family (9 siblings). Inevitably, kids from such massive families experience less personal, hands-on control from their parents. Even getting to the rink (or ball diamond) to watch your kids play more than a few times per season would be a tall order when you’ve got 10 of them.
That’s the big change. Parents today have just 1-2 kids and are (micro) managers of even the smallest details.
Example: my dad (born in the very early 1930s) had 7 siblings. One of them went on to play professional hockey for 20+ years, 19 in the NHL. He’d be the first one to tell you that his parents (my grandparents) rarely saw him play when he was a kid. They didn’t even think about micromanaging his “youth hockey development” — how could they, with 7 other kids to worry about? He went to school extra early for team practice, came home after school long enough to raid the ice box, and then ran back to the school to join his buddies back at the rink for a few hours of pure play. Three brothers, including my dad, did pretty much the same thing.
Had there been some skills guru running pricey training sessions back then (30s and 40s), no chance the kids would be going. Special athlete diet? My grandmother would have laughed her ass off — you eat what I serve or starve. Dryland training regimen? Yeah, sure … it’s called track & field season at school. Everybody run, jump, and throw. Repeat as needed.
To my mind, the single biggest driver of the changes in youth hockey is smaller families. Dads used to have chips off the old block, and today they’ve (mostly) got a single chip they think is gold.
By the way, one of my uncles ended up being a goalie. Very high level amateur, probably could have played pro but didn’t want to. Ask him how he became a good goalie and he’ll tell you stories about his brothers ripping shots at his head and nuts for hours on end in the street or the driveway, working 2-on-0s or 2-on-1s, or just flat out running him over if he pissed them off. My uncle’s got some nasty scars on his face.
Wasn’t the most efficient form of training, but it sure sounded to my ears like a lot more fun. No hockey mom or hockey dad to please — just the imagined roar of the crowd to drive you. I’ve long suspected that a significant part of Canada’s so-called “goalie crisis” is smaller families that make it harder for a kid to find shooters.