Rob, of course, is
more plebeian. After tantalizing the NHL in his third season with 26 goals as
the Florida Panthers reached the 1996 finals, his career sputtered and later
stalled after a hit by Eric Lindros in the 1997-98 season opener. The resulting
concussion would be the first of three in Rob's pro career. He would never
score 20 again; instead he gradually evolved into a premier checker, a role
first defined for him by Calgary Flames coach Darryl Sutter in 2003, near the
end of two middling seasons in Calgary. Rob was traded to Anaheim that spring,
soon teaming with center Samuel Pahlsson to form the nucleus of what would
become the NHL's best shutdown line.
Scott and Rob were
members of Team Canada at the 2004 world championship, playing together for the
first time since bantam hockey. When he became a free agent after the 2004-05
lockout, Scott entertained several offers, but in addition to a swell contract
(four years, $27�million) and virtual anonymity in hockey-indifferent
SoCal, Anaheim was the one team that could offer the added fillip of a family
reunion. While the brothers were running their hockey school in Cranbrook in
the summer of '05, Scott returned from lunch with his wife, Lisa, one afternoon
and told Rob he was signing with the Ducks. "We had to go back on and
teach, but I had a big smile all afternoon," Rob says. "The kids must
have been wondering why that guy was smiling."
Now there are
toothless grins all around the Ducks, this team banded by unique brothers.
Scott, who, when he puts on his glasses and grows his hair out, looks like an
assistant English professor at UC Irvine, synthesizes ideas. Rob is more
impulsive, more relaxed. "This is the difference between them," says
Jess Bentall, Rob's fianc�e. "Scott drives a Prius, and Rob drives a
Even at $3.50 a
gallon, sometimes gas prices don't matter, especially when you have carpooled
for the best hockey ride of your lives.