i'm calmer now. i was drinking last night and angry and disappointed with the "effort." i found a small bridge over newtown creek and jumped off it and now i'm pretty sure i have a bacterial brain-eating disease that's set some things in perspective for me.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Especially the series clinching game. I was a 5th grader and we had to attend a 50th anniversary celebration for the grandparents of my neighbor across the street. It was being held at a hotel in Philly. Not wanting to miss the game my dad brought our brand new SONY Walkman radio. He also brought a single earpiece so he could listen relatively unnoticed. He looked like a secret service agent with his suit and single earpiece. I’m guessing some thought
He was never a captain. Was never even a center before the NHL.
Should have made him a Forsberg play making winger with an A.
He was the wrong choice at the wrong time. Should have let G be G and not expected him to be something he never was.
Been saying this for years.