Jigger Micks was my great-uncle on my mother’s side. He once played goal professionally in the US. Stan Crosset, who also played in the States, was a great friend of his. Crosset later owned the Ganaraska Hotel when Jigger, a truck driver, lived there. Jigger would willingly stick his head in front of the puck to keep it out of the net. After a particularly hectic game he would say to Crosset, “Jeedy Crise Crossix, I ‘topped a tousand, and a tousand went in.”