The moments, the memories, unsurprisingly, are every bit as compelling as any official chronology of the longevity, the games, the goals, the blinks, that aura of old-guy menace and those not-so-stray elbows.
For a guy who’d been reared in the city, cut his teeth guarding the blue line for the AJHL Canucks and spent a year out at Foothills Arena as a student-athlete, the idea of returning home and pulling on that Flaming C jersey was far from a be-all, end-all. (more…)
As the countdown to a degree of unique immortality began that never-to-be-forgotten night inside the Montreal Forum, May 25th, 1989, Ric Nattress couldn’t quite wrap his head around what to do, how to respond. (more…)
Slumped inside the invading dressing room at floor level of the Olympic Saddledome on that Feb. 10th evening, 1993, one knee in tatters and the San Jose Sharks in the midst of a 13-1 ass-whuppin’ from his old franchise, Perry Berezan knew.