Hockey is far too deeply ingrained in the national psyche of Canada to be dismissed as merely a game. It is a passion. It flows in our blood and inhabits our language, our dreams, our landscape, and our history. i Time of the Last Goa /il is Bruce Meyer's examination of his relation to the game of hockey, a tradition that has been passed down to him through his family, his birth city of Toronto, and his love of literature. At the core of the way we perceive the sport in this country is the strange question we will inevitably have to face someday: why is tragedy absent from Canadian literature? In this testament to hope, poetic justice, and the annual raising of the grail, Meyer examines the core concepts that are the love and lifeblood of a nation.