September 21, 2002 9:59 PM

"Bryan, you never should have left home."

Wasted

The sad life and demise of Bryan Fogarty, who managed to live every Canadian boy's dream, but never managed to be able to live with himself.

He had everything. He could skate like the wind. He could see anybody on the ice. He could make the perfect pass. He was as talented as anybody I've seen in junior hockey. He broke all of Bobby Orr's records. Everybody was telling me you can't go wrong with him.

- Maurice Filion, former Quebec GM, who drafted Bryan Fogarty with the Nordiques' first pick in 1987, six picks ahead of Quebec's second selection, Joe Sakic

He needed the beer, but it was his demise. The profession, the lifestyle -- he couldn't handle it. He wanted the hockey, but it was so hard the way he was. The inside of Bryan and the world around him didn't seem to meet.

- Virginia Fogarty

Mats Sundin told me this: "Bryan Fogarty could skate faster, shoot harder and pass crisper drunk than the rest of us could sober."

- Max Offenberger

He was the best player I have ever seen. He had a heart of gold. He'd never hurt a fly. He'd do anything for you. He just couldn't help himself.

-Marc Laforge

I miss him. Especially at this time of year, I still feel like he just went away to hockey.

-Virginia Fogarty

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