Twenty years ago, a guy was telling me about a problem he had every summer in the 1970s, back at his cottage on Cape Breton Island. The same boom! boom! boom! coming from down the road all day long, day after day. Finally, one summer when the sound was louder than ever, he ambled over to find the source of the noise — and met a big, raw-boned 12-year-old named Al MacInnis, who was busy rocketing slapshots off the barn door.
