Unsound Unsound:
One of my all time favorite Oilers. Captain Canada, the mulleted one, smytty, what ever you call him he was an OILER.
He was the example I used when asked by non sports fans why I cared about a bunch of spoiled rich strangers playing a game. Watching him grow up from mulleted defensively retarded draft pick to mulleted PK stalwart was a joy.
From the unfashionable hair, to the behind the bench surgery, to asking to be traded to Edmonton, he epitomized the blue collar big hearted kind of player that Canadians love to romanticize.
Ryan Smyth was the kid who had to be called 5 times before he came in from the rink, or the back alley, or wherever the game was going on. He grew up and started getting paid for it, but I always felt like that was just the icing on the cake for him.
Over the course of a lot of hard years to be an Oiler's fan he was one of the few bright lights. He always played his heart out on the ice, and his love for this town off the ice helps make it easier to remember why the rest of us love it.
I doubt the Oiler's will officially retire his number, he's not a hall of famer and he doesn't have the stats for it, but any young punk that comes in here trying to wear number 94 best be prepared to get booed off the ice anyways.
May retirement treat you and your family as well as you've treated the fans of this team and this game.
We'll miss you.
Once an Oiler, always an Oiler.
Amen.
