Alley L. Biniarz, The DRIVE Magazine
Sitting in the Riverside Pie Café, Matt Marchand lifts his hair to show me the miniscule hockey scars that decorate his forehead.
Growing up, his family had a hockey rink in their backyard, and by age five Matt had been taken to the emergency room three times. His mom cried that he would never live a normal life—that he’d just become one big stitch by age 10. His dad thought it was great—this meant he’d grow to become a great athlete.
There was this interesting dynamic present in Matt’s childhood. With a Windsor-Essex Sports Hall of Fame father, and an art history major mother, Matt’s days were split down the middle. In the morning, he went off to the art galleries and in the evening, it was to the football field.