was the kind of friend everybody would be lucky to have because with Bruce
, everything was a little bigger, a little cooler, and life had just a little bigger meaning.
Maybe it was because Bruce
was a large man, a very large man, and like many large people, he
dominated the space he
was tall, he
had a booming voice, and his
belly was very, very large, which to be honest, made me feel good about myself, struggling with a few extra kilos as I was myself.
Everything about him was big, including his
charming girlfriend Pam.
Now, Bruce was the DJ at Rock 95 in Ontario, an FM station that combined the two coolest things I knew: sports and rock.
I met Bruce
a couple of years after I had driven the delivery truck back in Finland.
I had switched microwave ovens to hockey pants, and spent a summer trying to get a handle on Tackla's inventory of pants in Canada.
was going to help us market the Tackla Pro Hockey School
(which I also helped market by handing out flyers and sitting next to NHLers at autograph signings where nobody showed up at).
asked me, but before I could say anything, he
and Pam were gone again, and after my initial shock over the alternative spelling of my name had passed, I forgot about the whole thing, assuming that Bruce
However, after the show, he
found me again, and gave me his