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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Just like it was yesterday

My wife asked me recently who won the World Series last year. I couldn’t remember.

That was something that happened less than a year ago.

But if someone started a conversation about who played for a particular team in the NHL in 1959, when I was 6 years old, I could drop half a dozen names per team with barely a pause.

And thankfully, exposure to digital TV, specifically Leafs TV, has allowed old hockey fans from the Original Six days like myself to, in recent years, watch the same games that were first seen on live TV. For me, it was on my family’s old black and white set in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s, when I was between 5 and 10 or so years of age. It brings back the great old names as though it were yesterday.

No doubt many of you have had the same experience.

One specific highlight recently was seeing games from the spring of 1959. I was a budding Leaf booster back then, surrounded by a house full of very rabid Montreal Canadiens fans. Those tilts, recaptured all these years later on Leafs TV, involved the Leafs and Bruins in Game 7 in Boston of their semi-final series, and Games 1 and 2 of the 1959 Habs-Toronto final series.

What a wonderful treat. There were so many names that I still remember, either from listening to many games on the radio, watching on television once a week (Hockey Night in Canada on Saturday nights, after watching Leave it to Beaver and then the Jackie Gleason show) or simply talking at length to my father about those players as a child.

The Bruins that particular night featured veteran goalie Harry Lumley, Leo Boivin, Doug Mohns, Fernie Flaman, Fleming Mackell, a young Johnny Bucyk and other stalwarts such as Vic Stasiuk and Bronco Horvath. The Habs featured an array of stars such as Doug Harvey, Jacques Plante, Dickie Moore, “Boom Boom” Geoffrion, the “Pocket Rocket”, Henri Richard,along with well-known foot-soldiers such as Tom Johnson, Claude Provost and Marcel Bonin.

The Leafs were then a mixture of the young talent that was to later help them win Cups in the early 60’s—Baun, Brewer, Horton, Pulford—and veterans such as George Armstrong, Allan Stanley and Johnny Bower, though Bower was still, despite his age, a relative newcomer to the NHL at the time.

There were many other great old names. Gerry Ehman. Larry Regan. As kids, we almost all knew almost every player in the league.

For those of us who were raised on hockey in the late 50’s and very early 60’s, there were - and still are - a few players stood out above the crowd. The big names jump out, such as the “Rocket” and Jean Beliveau in Montreal, Frank Mahovlich in Toronto, Gordie Howe in Detroit, Bobby Hull in Chicago, Andy Bathgate in New York and, a few years later, Bobby Orr in Boston.

Each of the “Original Six” clubs in those days had carved out their place in history in the NHL, which had officially begun in 1917 or thereabouts, and saw its first major expansion occur at the end of Orr’s rookie (1966-’67) season - the last season, as Leafs fans well know, that Toronto won a since- elusive Stanley Cup.

The Canadiens and the Red Wings were the dominant NHL teams in the 50’s, the Wings featuring talent such as Delvecchio, Lindsay, Pronovost, Kelly and Sawckuk. The Habs and Leafs similarly were the elite clubs of the 60’s, earning 9 Cups between them, though a young and powerful Chicago Black Hawks team earned the Cup in 1961, thanks to future Hall-of-Fame goalie Glen Hall, Hull and other outstanding players such as Pilotte, Vasko, St. Laurent, Mikita, Wharram, Hay and many others.

Watching those classic games recalled my days as a young and fervent Leaf fan in “the good old days”, prior to the onset of relative adulthood (mid-1970’s) and the eventual realities and responsibilities that often precluded being able to devote energy to hockey as an almost full-time rooting pastime.

Monday, September 28, 2009

How I became a Leafs fan

This is a story I cannot confirm, but it was told to me by my father so many times it simply has to be true.

The context for this recollection is important. I was born in 1953, the last of 5 children, a family which included two older brothers.

My dad was an ardent Montreal Canadiens supporter. He was born in 1910, and while he was not a Montrealer or Quebecer by birth, he was born into a French-speaking community in southwestern Ontario, and his French-Canadian heritage was very important to him. So was his religious faith. Those two things seemed to merge in his passionate support of the “Les Habitants”. Dad saw the Canadiens as representing French Catholic Canada, and he perceived French-Canadian Catholics as an often disrespected minority. It could be argued that the team, in the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s, reflected the values of French Canadians, to a certain extent.

Dad followed the exploits of the great Canadiens’ stars over the years, from Howie Morenz and Aurel Joliat to Toe Blake and Doug Harvey. But Dad felt most loyal to Maurice Richard, the fiery offensive star of the Canadiens. The Richard riots of the spring of 1955, while partly borne of the stupidity of non-hockey fan hoodlums, did reveal an “us against them” perspective from the point of view of Quebecers. (Richard had been suspended for a violent incident he was involved in near the end of the regular season. NHL president Clarence Campbell made the controversial decision.)

My dad was among many who felt that the suspension of Richard for the rest of the regular season and the entire playoffs that spring was far too harsh a punishment. He, and many others, believed that had a player other than Richard been involved in the incident, the suspension would have been for many fewer games.

That season, as a result of the suspension, Richard lost his last legitimate chance to win a regular season point scoring championship, as he was passed by his teammate, Bernie Geoffrion. Even some Montreal fans booed Geoffrion as he accumulated enough points to surpass Richard, which demonstrated their particular brand of loyalty toward the Rocket.

Montreal won the Stanley Cup 5 years in a row, between 1956 and 1960. Richard retired at training camp the following September, leaving his remarkable career on a winning note.

So it was this environment into which I was born, from a religious, sports and rooting interest perspective. My Dad was beyond a rabid supporter- cheering for the Canadiens meant far more than simply rooting for a “team”. It was a cause.

Somehow, though my two older brothers followed in his footsteps, at least in terms of cheering for a particular hockey team, I was “allowed” to follow a different path.

As the story goes, I was between my fourth and 5th birthday, likely approaching my 5th birthday in September of 1958- smack in the midst of Montreal’s 5 Cups in a row dynasty.

Dad was shaving as he often did, in front a very small mirror which was connected to my mother’s pull-out ironing board in our tiny kitchen. I apparently approached him, he said, with a question. It was a very simple and obvious question, but given my father’s rather narrow view of a variety of subjects (as I came to discover in later years) it was actually fairly penetrating.

“Dad, is this a free country?”

According to my dad, there was a slight pause, as he knew something was up, and he said “Yes, it is.”

I evidently pushed the envelope a little further.

“Does that mean I can cheer for any hockey team I want to?”

The pause was much longer this time. “I suppose so.”

I took my chance at what I must have perceived as an opening.

“Well, then, I want to cheer for the Maple Leafs. Is that OK?”

The longest pause yet. There was no going back.

“Sure,” he claims to have said. “We’ll have more fun that way.”

In fact, as the years went by, it wasn’t easy or fun at all. We never argued or anything along those lines. It was far too serious for the typical bickering that sports fans do when discussing their teams. Our disparate loyalties were rarely even outwardly acknowledged.

In the 1964 semi-finals, I remember the April night so well. Dave Keon, my favorite player, scored 3 goals in game 7 to lead the Leafs to the win over Montreal. I was listening to the game on the radio (it was blacked out on television where we lived, because the Red Wings were playing game 7 in their series that same night), while my dad was listening in another room.

I remember crying because I felt so badly for Dad, that his team had lost. And then I felt guilty, because I was being disloyal to the Leafs. I actually went to my mother and asked her if it was OK that I was being disloyal to “my” team, because I felt so badly for Dad.

Thankfully, in one sense, most of those early 1960’s playoff games were blacked out because of our proximity to Detroit, so we rarely were able to watch Montreal-Toronto games together on the only TV we had in the house. We generally listened on the radio, but in different parts of the small house.

As I look back, I don’t regret the choice I made at the age of 4 or 5. In the short term, it was a decision that led to many happy “fan” moments and great memories, including 4 Stanley Cups.

Despite the 40+ years that have passed since the last Cup, I still like my decision.