Dear Hockey, I Think We Should See Other People

November 13th, 2010 by Mark Rose Leave a reply »

Oh, hockey. 

We first met when I was five or six years old and played for the Picton Bears Novice House League Team.  My only two memories of that year are scoring on my own net and getting the wind knocked out of me for the first time.  It was love at first gasp.

The first Stanley Cup Final I can remember watching was 1987.  I was six years old.  I remember cheering for the Philadelphia Flyers because I hated the disgusting orange and blue Edmonton Oilers jerseys.  Still do.  I can remember being torn away from Game 7 because it was Victoria Day weekend and there were fireworks to be set off in our big farm yard.  Having grown up and into a Pittsburgh Penguins fan, I'm glad the Flyers lost.  Hindsight is great.

I remember the next Finals because the power went out and a game was cancelled.  That was pretty cool.

The next Stanley Cup Final, which pitted Calgary versus Montreal, was the first one that I really had a vested interested in.  My father was a Bruins fan, so I was, under no circumstances, to root for the Montreal Canadiens.  My Uncle lived in Cal ...

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