Nobody Does It Better
So for Good Friday I figured I would talk a little bit about the best. I should start by saying that this Good Friday saw very bad weather and that lead to our not heading to the Island until the weather turns (hopefully in the AM), so this is me making the most of a bad situation.So in honour of Good Friday I honour someone who is not only good but great. Yesterday was Bobby Orr's 60th birthday. Bobby changed the way hockey was played; he openned the game up and had skills that no one before him posessed. He is usually acknowledged as either the best or the second best player ever; typically depending on when you were born. For my money him and Wayne are 1a and 1b. Let's not argue...
In my mind Bobby made up for his lack of a 50 goal in 39 game season by coming to my grandparents house in 1987 and taking a couple of pictures with me. Afterwards he signed some photos. I asked him why he was not signing copies of the photo of his most famous goal.
He told me that these were just the ones he was given for this promo trip. He then told me that if I wanted an autographed copy of that photo that he would send me one. I, of course, said yes. Two weeks later, after figuring he forgot and letting it slip even my awestruck mind, a cardboard tube arrived in the mail. I openned it up and, sure enough, there was the autographed poster-sized copy of Bobby Orr flying through the air after scoring the Stanley Cup winner. How awesome is that. Happy Birthday Bobby. As a lifelong Habs fan this admiration of Bobby has been tricky but I like to think that somewhere in there there is a small nod to the hockey Gods to remind them not to let the Bruins come back and bite my guys in the ass after losing 10 straight to them. Again, we shall see...
So a little something different for Flashback Friday:
Pace out.
Labels: Bobby Orr, Flashback Friday
posted by Vitamin S @ 8:02 p.m.
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