Glen Featherstone
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A biography by: Liam Featherstone, (gr. 7, 2009) My dad, the hulking, blue-liner, Glen Featherstone, was drafted by the St. Louis Blues out of the Windsor Spitfire organization and stepped into their line-up during his first season as a professional. My dad was well known and even feared for his tough defensive play and fighting abilities. Though he played 37 games in the minor leagues that first year, it's the 18 games he spent in St. Louis that he remembers most from the 1988-1989 season. He fought his way into the line-up and was able to assist on two goals during that time and secured himself a spot for the Blues last six playoff games that spring. During his second season, he upped the number of games played to a total of 58 and got his first two playoff points that spring while making 12 appearances on the blue line. His third season was his first year as a full-time NHL player with no time spent in the minors, and he responded well by scoring five goals and 20 points in 68 games. During the off-season, my dad joined the Boston Bruins as a free agent. Of the three years in black and gold he was marred by injuries, the worst of which being two back surgeries. Thus, the rugged defenseman was on the move again in the summer of 1994. Unfortunately, these injuries probably contributed to his earlier retirement. The Bruins sent him to the New York Rangers in exchange for Daniel Lacroix, but just six games into his Broadway debut my dad was packing his suitcase yet again and had to move. The Rangers sent him to Hartford as part of a package trade that brought Pat Verbeek to the Blue shirts. My dad also spent almost two years with the Whalers and managed 12 points in 68 games, which matched a career-high for games played. In the 1996-1997 season my father was 41 games into the campaign when Hartford shipped him to Calgary with Hnat Domenichelli and future draft picks for veteran defenseman Steve Chiasson. With the Flames my dad finished out the season, playing 13 games for Calgary. They would ultimately prove to be the last games he played as an NHL player. The 1997-1998 season was spent entirely with the minors and then my dad earned a contract from the Toronto Maple Leafs, with which he was thrilled and he signed it in October of 1998. By the way, I had just turned one. Unfortunately, my dad never managed to make the Leaf’s roster. The Leafs assigned him to the Chicago Wolves of the International Hockey League where he spent the next three seasons. In 2000, my dad scored three goals in eight points in the playoffs, which earned them the Turner Cup Championship. After the 2000-2001 season, the International Hockey League ceased operations and the Chicago Wolves joined the American Hockey League. The AHL's mandate was geared more toward player development, which meant the Wolves roster would no longer have room for veteran players like my dad. My Dad opted to hang up his skates and close that chapter of his life. I am fortunate that my dad taught me how to skate and how to appreciate the great game of hockey.