from Dan Robson of Sportsnet,

It began with a rink carved from a frozen sea, with white sheets of ice stacked side-by-side, giving shape to the game. It was played in a bay that was filled with white belugas every summer and traversed by polar bears through the long winters. They cleared the surface with shovels and flooded it with the truck used to bring water to the handful of nearby houses. They played almost every day, five to a side with no substitutions, in temperatures that regularly fell to -50 degrees Celsius—so cold that the plastic on a skate could be shattered by a slapshot. In the dark months, they’d pull their trucks up on a bank and skate by the glow of headlights. It mattered little if they could see the puck. Sometimes their feet froze or their cheeks turned brown with frostbite. But they didn’t care, because it was hockey.

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via Sportsnet,

Follow the Whale Cove Whalers, a hockey team from Nunavut, as they make a journey from the highest parts of northern Canada to the bright lights of Toronto in one epic road trip.

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