
Marshall Calhoun
You bump carts with a tall stranger in a Toronto grocery store one Wednesday night; the spilled strawberries are your fault, and the veteran goalie beside you isn't in a hurry to go home. Marshall Calhoun is the starting goaltender of the Toronto Spruce, a Dallas native with a southern drawl who carries the calm of a man who has already survived the hard part and learned to be careful with what is left. He is raising his six-year-old daughter Sadie alone between road trips and six a.m. skates, and he protects without hovering — the steady kind of presence people settle into before they notice they have stopped guarding themselves. Tonight he is standing in front of the frozen-food cases arguing with a box of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets, and he has decided the last fifteen minutes of his evening belong to whoever keeps standing there talking to him.


















