"Getting a critical response from someone in Marner's orbit was not uncommon. His security detail would frequently comment on posts from reporters and send direct messages. That included the popular podcaster Steve Dangle, whose access to Marner was threatened by his head of security in a direct message in 2021. Dangle declined to be interviewed for this story."
LMAO
Over a year ago, The Leo told me that Cody Glass would have an unsustainably high shooting percentage in 2025-26. At the time, he was a career 8.5% shooter, with just 6 goals that season.
In 2025-26, he scored a career high 19 goals, shooting 19% at 5-on-5.
Colton Dach, acquired by EDM, is a depth low-event centre. He was scolded by event staff in the Halifax World Juniors for cheering for his Canada teammates too loudly in the press box (including pounding on the desk when they scored)
It annoys me that so many people are under the impression that this guy, Steven Bradbury, is some subpar goober who lucked his way into gold.
That could not be further from the truth.
This is one of the most satisfying victories in the history of the Olympics if you know the full backstory.
This medal final was during his fourth Olympics, in Salt Lake City in 2002.
Earlier in his career, he was among the best athletes in the world in this specific event, the 1000 meter short-track men's speed skate.
But despite his talent, he just had some of the shittiest luck in the sport. We're talking a decade of shit luck.
In the '94 Winter Olympics, he was considered the odds-on favorite to take gold, but he fell in his heat after getting illegally pushed by an opponent (who was later disqualified). He didn't get a re-do. That was it. He got shoved by some asshole, and his Olympics was over.
Then in the '98 Winter Olympics, he was a favorite to at least medal in the same event but got caught up in a collision that wasn't his fault and failed to advance.
In 1994, he got his thigh sliced open by a competitor's skate during a race, which required 111 stitches and 18 months of recovery time.
In 2000, he broke his neck during training because a skater in front of him fell and tripped him up. That required a bunch of screws and plates being inserted into his skull and back and chest.
And doctors told him that he should stop skating. But he didn't wanna give up. It meant too much to him.
So, there he was in Salt Lake City in 2002, past his prime, a walking erector set, going up against opponents who were faster and younger and in their prime.
He manages to win his heat and advance to the quarterfinal but then has the shit luck (yet again) of having to go up against the best two athletes in the quarterfinal and only the top two advance.
He finishes third and thinks: "Damn, I gave it my best shot." But then, the second place finisher is disqualified, so Bradbury gets to advance to the semifinal.
Now, at this point, he's thinking: Well, shit, I'm not as fast as these younger guys, and I got a bad habit of getting taken out by crashes that aren't my fault.
So, he consults with the Australian national coach, Ann Zhang, and they decide that he should hang back from the pack and hope the pack crashes.
That is a perfectly valid strategy. If you crash, you lose, but speed skaters risk crashing to gain an advantage in order to win.
It may not feel exciting, but it is a valid strategy and just as risky: avoid crashes entirely and hope that pays off.
It paid off in the semifinal: the pack, including the defending Olympic champion, jostled too much and crashed. Bradbury wins and advances.
So, he's improbably in the final and takes the same approach, and it works: the entire pack jostles too much and crashes, and Bradbury's risk of hanging back pays off.
This victory was not some un-athletic schlub lucking his way into gold.
It was a journeyman athlete who never gave up and played smart after a career of shitty luck and finally got his due after it being snatched away from him so many times.
Hands down, one of my favorite Olympics stories.
i realized something. ive been lying to myself, saying hes just my duo and nothing more. i thought i wanted his lp, but really i wanted his affection.
this was the push we needed to finally talk. and were trying again.
hes not just my adc now. hes my anchor.
i duo queue with my ex every couple months
we don't talk about it. it just happens.
2am. both online. she sends the invite. or i do. neither of us acknowledges who sent it first.
the discord call is 90% silence. no "how have you been." no "seeing anyone?" just pings and callouts.
"flash down."
"jungler bot."
"nice."
that's the whole conversation.
here's the thing though.
our 2v2 is still nasty.
she knows when i'm going in before i ping it.
i know her cooldowns better than the last 6 supports i've played with.
we don't communicate because we don't need to.
400 games of muscle memory doesn't give a fuck about relationship status.
we'll go 7-2 together. maybe 8-1 on a good night.
then it's "gg" and we're offline for another 2 months.
no follow up. no "we should do this more often." nothing.
because we both know what this is.
it's not friendship.
it's not rekindling.
it's not even nostalgia.
it's that neither of us has found better synergy.
and that's the uncomfortable truth about duo queue.
you can break up with someone and still be stuck with them competitively.
you can hate someone's guts and still combo perfectly in a teamfight.
you can move on emotionally and still be hardstuck trying to replace what you had in game.
some people have exes they still fuck.
i have an ex i still duo with.
honestly not sure which is worse.
study the saskio way