Perhaps it doesn't carry the wide-scale breathlessness of, say, "Garbo Talks!" or "Man Walks on Moon!" but around Calgary these days any good news on the captain front carries an automatic exclamation point tacked on to the end.

Iginla skates!

Briefly.

Twenty minutes or so. By his lonesome. Without, saints be praised, being wheeled off the ice on a gurney.

For the first time since feeling a twinge in his back early on opening day of training camp.