Fly specks, fly specks! I've been spending my life among fly specks while miracles have been leaning on lampposts at 18th and Fairfax!

Ellis and T.C. are going to get faster and Harvey is going to get faster. But I've got to get that fourth leg decided on. If it's going to be Noble, his time came down (Tuesday) in the 100. He's a strong kid and he works hard.

He was the modern-day Harvey Penick.

This is not a race but I do love the chase

I was a fan of his as a young player; you know, Doug Harvey and him used to be a great pair on the Montreal power play, they could really pass the puck around.

All at once it was just too much, and Harvey felt something about to snap. He drew back into the shadowy side of the doorway, out of site. Then he slid down the wall to the ground and put his palm over his mouth to hold in his breath and his feelings both. He'd forced in more air then he could hold, and his lungs were burning. More importantly, his heart hurt... He wished he hadn't eavesdropped.