Have they ever seen Jared Bednar get angry? As a child? As a teenager? Or what about at some point in his adult life when he thought nobody was looking? Surely, there has to be some moment when their son — who is the constant visage of calm — acted like the rest of humanity and took a respite from his most distinctive personality trait?
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Wally says from the landline of their home in Saskatchewan. “Sometimes, there are days I look at him on the bench and feel the same way. We have a son that is older and if he was the one running the team, he would have kicked down the building with a front-end loader.”