EDMONTON, Alberta – My God, it was cold in Edmonton these last two days. I mean, the kind of cold where you start to wonder if you’re actually going to make it, just walking a couple blocks or so. Your face freezes fast, if you don’t have gloves (like I didn’t for a while), your hands start to turn to pieces of immobilized, Siberian deadwood.

Well, at least we’re off to warmer climes of…wait, we’re going to Winnipeg next. If I look like Jack Nicholson in the final scene of “The Shining”, you’ll know why.

Anyway, the tape recorders were still working here, and I present to you some uncut audio of the last couple days from the visitors room at Rogers Place. Wow, what a change from the old Rexall Place (nee, the former Northlands Coliseum). The Oilers have a state-of-the-art facility now, but I wonder if they lost a bit of their soul in the process. The whole place just seemed a bit much for what is mostly a pretty blue-collar working city. I got the sense that people are still figuring out how to act in that place. It’s like going from your favorite corner bar to some fancy schmanz kind of place where you’ve got to know the correct salad fork or something.

Anyway, here’s some of the audio from the days, staring off with an interesting little conversation with A.J. Greer, on what it’s like to be a kid just trying to stick in the NHL.

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Adrian Dater

Adrian Dater, was born in Vermont and lived as a tot in New York City before living most of his first 25 years in New Hampshire. Education:  Went to Keene State College and received a degree in journalism in 1988. I wrote sports for the college paper, called "The Equinox." Career: After a two-year stint out of college working as a proofreader and part--time sports writer for The Concord Monitor (N.H)., I moved to Denver in May of 1991, with no job, no connections and no car, but a lot of hope. After doing some odd jobs (including working as a bill collector for a trash company), I found some odd writing jobs for local periodicals and then latched on with The Denver Post in December of 1991 as a score-taker for the high-school sports department. That led to more writing jobs, such as covering DU hockey, lots of high-school coverage and various minor-pro sports. In March of 1995, I got a scoop that would change my life: I broke the story of the Quebec Nordiques moving to Denver to become the Avalanche, and for the next 19 years I covered the team every day. In 2015, I became the lead NHL national columnist with Bleacher Report, where I worked until 2017 before joining BSN Denver. I have also been a main hockey writer with Sports Illustrated, The Hockey News, The Sporting News, Hockey Digest, Versus.com and have written seven books on sports, including the 2006 best-selling "Blood Feud", a book about the famous Avs-Red Wings rivalry. Most memorable sports moment: As a fan, when the Red Sox won the World Series in 2004. Also, when the Celtics beat the Lakers in the 1984 NBA Finals. The finest sports book I’ve ever read: It would probably be a book called "Game Misconduct", by Russ Conway. It's the story of how a small-town sports reporter (Conway) in Massachusetts exposed the corruption and brought down one of the most powerful figures in the NHL at the time, Alan Eagleson. The book is a primer on how to report and investigate powerful entities. One sports movie that I can’t live without: I loved "Rocky III", and I loved a 1977 basketball movie starring Robby Benson called "One on One." And, of course, "Slap Shot." Most memorable experience as a reporter: I've gotten to interview some of my boyhood heroes, including Larry Bird, Fred Lynn and Luis Tiant. But probably the most memorable of them all was writing the story of Ray Bourque's one and only Stanley Cup in his 22 years, his final game as a pro with the Avs in 2001. The sport that started it all: As a guy who eventually grew to become 6-foot-6, I could hoop it up some. I was the starting center on my high-school team that made the N.H. state semifinals in 1983. While I never played competitive hockey, I played a lot on the many frozen ponds of New Hampshire and had a pretty good slap shot.