The first interview


It was pretty cute today as my son, Quinn, was the subject of his first interview about the book we worked on together, Duck with the Puck.

The local newspaper, The Villager came by to talk to both of us about an event scheduled at our local Toronto Public Library branch on November 6th. It’s being called a “Family Hockey Night” but the genesis behind it was Quinn’s book launch. He’s going to read his book and take some questions, and there will be a selection of hockey books available to borrow, as well as a screening of The Sweater. Should be a fun night.

But what got me was how Quinn, who is seven going on 17 some days, went from poised and comfortable discussing the book one moment to goofy and shy the next.

Some lessons we talked about after the interviewer left:

- look at the interviewer
- try to sit still, and not curl up in a ball in the corner hugging your favourite stuffie, Big Duckie
- don’t eat a big chunk of cheese during the interview, a piece so big that you are unable to talk for a couple of minutes

Naturally, I find myself trying to remember what I was like at his age. We were similar in a lot of ways, I think. Though I didn’t have a book out by his age, I did get many opportunities to see my father interviewed for his annual publication, The Buyer’s Guide to Factory Outlets (in Ontario). When I was a Cub Scout, I got to interview Betty Clay, the daughter of Scouting’s founder Lord Baden-Powell, on local television, so I would have been nine or so.

The hope is that this is the first of a few interviews to promote the book. He is off to a good start and I’m one proud papa.


The great white whales


The recent death of Ricki Starr brought up the question — who would be my “great white whale” of an interview in the wrestling world? Another reclusive figure like Starr that I have on an unwritten wish-list.

The wrestlers of the last 30 years are far more media savvy and comfortable talking about the business itself, not keeping kayfabe and protecting its secrets, than their predecessors.

So the key to this list is both age and reclusiveness, as they are wrestlers who haven’t surfaced publicly any time recently, or that I have never seen an interview with where they talk about their wrestling careers.

I mean, I’ve never interviewed Shawn Michaels, but he’s hardly a media-shy enigma.

And I’ll stick to wrestlers whose primary language is English.

Like wrestling cards themselves, I reserve the right to change my mind on these “white whales” … or, even better, strike them off my list as a completed interview! (Email me if you can help!)

Iron Mike Sharpe: I’ve written more about his father and his uncle than probably any one else alive. They were key figures in the history of wrestling, among the first gaijins to succeed in Japan. Their families have shared personal photos and information … and even they are stymied to let me know where their half-brother or cousin is. Most of us know the second-generation star with the permanent arm band as a competent, loudly entertaining enhancement talent, but he did have a few runs on top in the late 1970s and early 1980s. He later became a trainer, and some of his students have been in touch over the years with me, hoping I can help them find him.

Toni Rose: She’s not the biggest name in the history of women’s professional wrestling, but having talked to so many of her contemporaries, I’d like to be able to interview her. The challenge with women wrestlers is both that they often get married and change their names, but they often divorce themselves from the business completely, their youthful folly well in their rear-view mirrors, and refuse to talk about it.

Lorraine Johnson: Same as Toni Rose, with the added benefit that she was married to wrestler/promoter Nick Roberts, and their daughter was the “Perfect 10″ Baby Doll (Nickla Roberts). I’ve asked Baby Doll about an interview, but it ain’t gonna happen.

Bobby Davis: Modern fans probably have no idea who he is, but he was a very young manager for the greatest of them all, “Nature Boy” Buddy Rogers. There were others he managed, but Davis is always associated with Rogers to me and other historians. These days, he is apparently associated with Wendy’s restaurants, which he invested in and apparently did VERY well.

Tony Marino: Of the names on this list, it’s the most likely to happen, simply because he’s in good health and goes to the Florida legends luncheons. Dotty Curtis, I’m counting on you here. He was a big star in many places, always in great shape.

A few more: Off the top of my head, Bobby Harmon, Misty Blue Simms (and not just because I remember seeing a certain movie she was in…), Bob Lueck (who I’ve called but he didn’t return my call)…

Looking at Titans in Toronto in the rearview mirror


This past Saturday, September 27th, I ran the sixth Titans in Toronto fundraising dinner for the Professional Wrestling Hall of Fame. (Here’s the report: Focus on Siki makes Titans In Toronto ‘Irresistible’)

It was great fun, successful from the sense that we oversold on tickets and packed the venue, The Factory up at Dufferin and Steeles, to the gills. But financially, it’s a bit frustrating.

On the same weekend that a friend ran the event Road Hockey to Conquer Cancer, which made a reported $2.2 million, we made roughly .1 % for the PWHF. Small potatoes on so many levels, but what can you do, really? Where are the high rollers in professional wrestling fandom?

It reminds me of the oft-repeated joke in the business:

“How do you make a million dollars in pro wrestling?”

“Start with $10 million.”

But, as they say, it’s not all about money.

The real joy is in seeing the wrestlers enjoying themselves, seeing old friends, reuniting after decades (and decades!) away from each other. Priceless moments, to be honest.

As I sit here and finish off the accounting for the event, I find myself getting a little down, but I know I shouldn’t. It was a great night, with no issues or unexpected snags (except a video not running properly and running out of dinner plates!).

For a pick-me-up, I went back to a column I wrote for SLAM! Wrestling a month before the event: Why I run Titans in Toronto. It has boosted my spirits, as have all the notes on Facebook and Twitter, and the single phone call from Sweet Daddy Siki on Sunday morning telling me what a great time he had and how much better it was than he was expecting.

Okay, back to work.

I am slowly going crazy …


Familiar with the kids song, “I am slowly going crazy?”

I am these days.

Talk about a lot of things on the go.

In the last month, my two books from ECW Press came in, my son and I self-published our first children’s book — Duck With The Puck, and launched a website,, to list it and everything else that I’ve written.

On top of that, I had arthroscopic knee surgery to clean out my right knee, saw my son’s soccer and baseball seasons come to an end, and began yet another year as a Scout leader with 75th Toronto Old Mill Cubs.

And my NEXT book is supposedly due October 15th. It’s another on historical documents, and it’s going to be great, but it ain’t gonna be done by October 15th.

Hmm, what else? The wife is catsitting and away for two weeks. The printer just died. House is in chaos. Still have physiotherapy appointments for the knee. They changed the times for my son’s school, and I don’t do change well…

Still, I don’t know how to live any other way.

Loving the names from the past


Had a good hockey day yesterday, where I talked to a bunch of retired players and set up some interviews with others for the coming days.

While it is great to talk to someone like Dan Daoust, who I watched a ton when he played for the Maple Leafs in the 1980s, man, I love the stories from the past.

To that end, there aren’t many left from the era of Tod Sloan and, golly gee, Howie Meeker.

Meeker is the most amazing 90-year-old ex-player I have ever talked to, with an amazing memory and, naturally, a great talent for telling stories.

As for Sloan, the great right winger for the Leafs and Hawks of the 1960s, he’s 86 and still pretty sharp even if he joked, “I’m a little old, a little senile.”

Where he really lit up though was when we started talking about his brother, Joe Sloan, who I certainly had never known about.

Armed with the amazing Society for International Hockey Research database when I talk to these guys, I was able to find his file, which was pretty empty. With Tod’s help, we will be filling it in a bit in the coming days, I think.

If anything, it’s an example of the Second World War disrupting a promising future.

“He went into the army and still had a couple of years of junior left,” Sloan told me. “He got wounded in Holland, he got shot in the leg, and he never played junior. He never played anything after that.”

Both Sloans got into hockey in Sudbury / Falconbridge, and Joe Sloan played for the 1942-1943 Brantford Lions in OHA-Jr. A.

“He signed a C Form with the Leafs. He was an outstanding hockey player. He just had a short season down there in Brantford,” said his younger brother. “If you look up the Brantford Lions, you’ll find him in the scoring, because I can remember seeing him when I was a kid, getting the paper, the Toronto Star, seeing where he got two goals and that.”

Closing the circle? Who played on that 1942-43 team in Brantford, but just for the playoffs?

Howie Meeker.