Leafs coach Pat Quinn sent scouts around the world looking for a new forward to replace Mats Sundin and hopefully win the Stanley Cup.
One of his scouts told him of a young Iraqi he believed would be a true superstar. So Pat flew to Iraq to watch him and was suitably impressed. He arranged for him to go to Toronto.
Two weeks later, the Leafs were down, 4-0, to the Ottawa Senators at the Air Canada Centre. With only 20 minutes left, Quinn sent out the young Iraqi forward and took Sundin off the ice.
The Iraqi was a sensation, scored five goals and won the game for the Leafs. The fans, players and coaches were all delighted.
After the game, the Iraqi phoned his Mom to tell her about his first game in Canadian hockey.
"I played for 20 minutes today. We were losing, 4-0, but I scored five goals and we won. Everybody loves me, the fans, the players, even the media."
"Great," says his Mom. "Let me tell you about my day. Your father was shot in the street, your sister and I were raped and beaten and your brother has joined a street gang. All this while you were having a great time."
The young Iraqi was very upset. "What can I say Mom, but I am so sorry."
"Sorry?" says his Mom. "It's your bloody fault we moved to Toronto in the first place."
One of his scouts told him of a young Iraqi he believed would be a true superstar. So Pat flew to Iraq to watch him and was suitably impressed. He arranged for him to go to Toronto.
Two weeks later, the Leafs were down, 4-0, to the Ottawa Senators at the Air Canada Centre. With only 20 minutes left, Quinn sent out the young Iraqi forward and took Sundin off the ice.
The Iraqi was a sensation, scored five goals and won the game for the Leafs. The fans, players and coaches were all delighted.
After the game, the Iraqi phoned his Mom to tell her about his first game in Canadian hockey.
"I played for 20 minutes today. We were losing, 4-0, but I scored five goals and we won. Everybody loves me, the fans, the players, even the media."
"Great," says his Mom. "Let me tell you about my day. Your father was shot in the street, your sister and I were raped and beaten and your brother has joined a street gang. All this while you were having a great time."
The young Iraqi was very upset. "What can I say Mom, but I am so sorry."
"Sorry?" says his Mom. "It's your bloody fault we moved to Toronto in the first place."