"In April, 1984, Edmonton was abuzz at the expectation that we would win our first Stanley Cup. One April morning I swept down Jasper Avenue -- in my nifty Chrysler -- on my way to work. I didn't see the pedestrian crossing Jasper Avenue, at 117 Street, on his way to the convenience store on the other side. At the last horrifying moment, I swerved and braked and just missed Wayne Gretzky in the crosswalk. 'What a way to die,' I thought. 'Lynched by an Edmonton mob as Gretzky nursed his broken leg while the Cup slipped away.' "
William Thorsell , Editor-in-chief of the Toronto Globe and Mail, April 1999
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