Hockey Night Fights

In my mid twenties I fashioned myself quite the hockey fan, specifically a Boston Bruins fan. While no one in my family had ever played the sport beyond squaring off with neighborhood kids on the frozen pond down the street from our house, we did live in Massachusetts. As such, I had been constantly exposed to the sport via friends, supporting the team from whatever school I was attending or playing floor hockey in gym class. Add to the fact that being an adult fan expanded the sport to include fun social nights out consuming beer and bar food with fellow fans, and I was smitten.

And so it was that I did not hesitate when my friend/boss asked me if I would like to drive up to Montreal to catch a Bruins vs Canadiens playoff game one Spring weekend in the mid nineteen nineties. It was an easy 5 hour drive, with a brief stop at the border to flash our U.S. driver’s license and head on into Canada. The money exchange at the time, made our suite at the Ritz Carlton cost only $99 for the night, which we split between the two of us, and David slept on the pullout couch. Meanwhile “standing room only” tickets were a cheap way to see the game at the last minute. 

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