OF GIRLS, FINNS AND SMALL WINS
WHEN I WAS GROWING up in Toronto in the mid-1970s, I knew one female hockey player. Her name was Lesley Greenspoon, a brave, wee pioneer of sorts who eschewed ringette to join us little dudes at Don Valley Village for a few years. Girls leagues were sparse; if she wanted to play hockey locally, it was all boys or bust. Fast forward to Christmas 2018, as I watched my then 12-year-old niece unwrap gifts, gushing with joy and gratitude as she got a hockey bag and an Ottawa Senators’ jersey to go along with the pair of Sens tickets she’d already received. Her little sister also plays, as does the seven-year-old daughter of my first cousin in Hamilton. During the time Lesley Greenspoon opted to be the only girl in a…