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And if you can handle the traffic and Highway 404, head north, near Upper Canada Mall, and you can find your way to Connor McDavid’s family home in Newmarket.

All of this in a place we call the GTA. Almost all of a them are a friend of a friend of a friend. It’s not necessarily six degrees of separation, it’s 416 degrees of separation heading into 905 as the borders get muddied.

Toronto did not have an NBA player of any consequence until recently. Some like Leo Rautins tried, but just never found their way. Wiggins was the first pick in the draft and rookie of the year.

The Butler brothers made baseball’s big leagues for a cup of coffee or 10. Votto has been both an MVP and an MVP finalist in Cincinnati and might be that again this season.

Ben Johnson was the greatest sprinter of all-time before drugs and Usain Bolt surpassed him. Johnson was followed by Donovan Bailey. The Bailey baton is now passed to De Grasse, whose first Olympics happen this summer in Brazil.

But I remember when Ken Dryden and Steve Shutt were notable as the only genuine flag-carrying NHL players from the GTA, followed by Paul Coffey and later Brendan Shanahan. Each had their eras. There was never a group of them. The narrative used to be, for as large as Toronto is, it sure doesn’t produce many hockey players.

Today, three of the greatest offensive players in hockey, Seguin, Tavares and Stamkos, probably made a stop at the rink closest to your house. Same for Subban. Same for Giordano. Same for Pietrangelo. Three top-10 forwards. Three top-10 defencemen.