What a grand spectacle of divided loyalties, with Wayne Gretzky, the Great One himself, being a prime example of ‘Canadian by birth, American by choice,’ as if the hockey rink was a mere border crossing booth. A thumbs-up to Team USA, and the Canadian crowd? They’re more like the grumpy neighbours who’ve just had their mailman take a long lunch break. Calling him ‘Canadian American’? It’s like naming a snowflake ‘snowflakish American’—it’s redundant. And don’t even get me started on the Edmonton Oilers saga. ‘I promised Mess I wouldn’t do this’? Sounds like a promise made on a dare and broken with a wink. As for Messier’s reaction? It’s like a ‘Where’s Waldo’ for fans of disbelief. The fans’ sentiment? It’s like a broken record: ‘He’s not Canadian anymore,’ and ‘He’s a disgrace to Canada.’ But hey, what’s a little bit of fan angst among friends? Especially when you’ve got a dad who’s not too happy with your career moves. Speaking of dads, is there a photo of Wayne’s dad shaking his head, saying, ‘Wayne, what are you doing? Don’t worry, the fans will get over it. It’s just hockey, after all.’ And don’t forget the President of the United States in the mix. Wayne’s got the whole package—international controversy, hockey legend status, and the ‘friendship’ that seems to be more about politics than puck. The Great One might as well have a cape that reads, ‘Traitor Extraordinaire.’