ElricTheGreat wrote:
But going back to my youth I remember through the '50s and '60s you were almost always guarenteed a Stanley Cup Parade in either Toronto or Montreal ... in the late '60s a young man was drafted by an american team from Boston. This young man I am sure was THE real life version of Superman .. anyone guess his name yet ???
This young man changed the way Hockey .. our Canadian National Pastime was played and it has never been the same since. He joined the Boston Bruins at a time that the team was turning itself into a powerhouse .. with names like Bucyk, Cashman, Esposito, Cheevers ... the list goes on ...
By the season of '69 Boston was ready to dominate ... in the 69-70 season they manhandled everyone and won the cup ... they should have done it again the next year as well .. but Montreal brought in a rookie goaltender, by the name of Kenny Dryden, who would stump them on the way to another Canadiens victory. The following year Boston would again rule supreme.
But it was in their 1st cup win on May 10, 1970, that a superhuman by the name of Bobby Orr literally flew through the air just like Superman while scoring the cup winning goal ....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZR2MGFDTYE
That IS A MEMORY ... and today's teams (Montreal & Boston especially) are still struggling to live up to the heroes of our past.
Bobby Orr, objectively speaking, was something pretty special, but for me he was always a nightmare. In those days I was just becoming aware of sports. My parents didn't approve of sports -- saw them as just another opiate through which the powers-that-be keep the masses ignorant -- and so until I was old enough to start wandering around without parental supervision I knew nothing about them.
And I reached that phase in my life right around Bobby Orr's heyday, and it kept me constantly in trouble. Whenever I would meet any kids, the first question they would always ask was, "Who you goin' for, Boston or Montreal?" Of course, my earliest answers were along the lines of, "WTF is a Boston? WTF is a Montreal?" but I soon learned those were unacceptable. People didn't tolerate fence-sitting; you had to take sides.
So I would try to guess which side I was supposed to be on, but I always got it wrong. If I said I was going for Boston, it turned out I was amongst Habs fans, and if I said I was going for Montreal, it turned out the kids I'd just met were rabid Bruins-boosters.
Questions regarding Bobby Orr personally were even more dangerous. When I first expressed a lack of interest in the subject, a kid explained to me, "Bobby Orr is the greatest that ever lived, or will live!"
At my next visit to someone's house, still having no knowledge of the subject but forced to express some, I said "Bobby Orr is the greatest that ever lived, or will live!" Of course that turned out to be a Habs fan, who punched me in the nose and screamed, "BOBBY ORR IS A PAMPERED FUCKING SHOW-OFF!!!!!"
So, piece by piece, I evolved my own opinion. "I don't care who wins the goddamn Cup, as long as it's not Boston or Montreal!" And that has been my answer ever since.