There never was a lot going on in Shaunavon, Saskatchewan, a
farming town 75 miles from the big-city lights of Swift Current,
but at night there was nothing. No cars. No noise. Nothing. Tom
Wickenheiser would stand in his backyard and spray water from a
hose, back and forth, over and over, building a rink. He was
doing what so many Canadian fathers of so many Canadian hockey
players--Orr and Howe, Gretzky and Lemieux, and the rest--had
done, providing not only the opportunity for winter fun but also
laying out the slippery magic carpet that every once in a while
carries a kid to fame, fortune and large arenas around the world.
There was one difference. Wickenheiser's rink was for his
daughter, Hayley. There was no place the magic carpet could go.
"There was a time, I forget exactly how old Hayley was, when I
sat her down," Tom says. "I tried to explain life. She was a
good athlete in all sports--softball, volleyball, basketball. I
told her these were sports with an upside. She probably should
concentrate on them. Hockey, I said, really didn't have a
future. She said she didn't care. She wanted to play hockey."
Hayley Wickenheiser, the best woman hockey player in the
world--5'9", 170 pounds, strong and skilled, lethal with a slap
shot--is only 19, but when she began playing, a female hockey
player was an aberration, a curiosity, even in a country teeming
with hockey players. For Hayley to dream about a future in that
sport seemed as unrealistic as to dream about riding a giraffe
on the moon.
February 9, 1998
A pair of figure skates went unused after one or two trial runs.
Hayley, 3, wanted hockey skates. Tom, a phys-ed teacher,
believed all sports were good for personal development. Hockey
skates were purchased.
Until she was 12, Hayley played on boys' teams. She starred at
every stop along the way and was MVP of the gold medal game at
the 18-and-under Canada Winter Games in '91, but she was always
a marked player. Opposing coaches would ask their players, "Do
you want to get beaten by a girl?"
In 1990 two important things happened. One was that the first
women's world championship was held, in Ottawa. The final was
shown on TV; the Canadian team, in pink and white, beat the U.S.
5-2 for the title. Suddenly there was a place for Hayley to go.
She could play on this national team.
The second was that the Wickenheisers moved to Calgary, where a
team for girls had been started. Not only was there a place to
go, but also a way to get there.
Now she is the star of Canada's world champion national team.
She earns $1,875 a month. She is making a living off women's
hockey! It is a radical concept. "Maybe it's not the money that
men make," says Hayley, a distant cousin to Doug Wickenheiser,
top pick in the 1980 NHL draft, "but we're professional hockey
That slippery magic carpet is about to land in Japan.