sigh. Nothing like the good old days.

I’ll never forget calling my father in St. Louis (I was in Ohio), asking him the result of that game in Philly. He glibly reported the Blues won big and Berenson scored six goals! I said, c’mon, dad, tell me what really happened! He said I alredy told you. I said quit foolin’ around and tell me. He said I did. I said aren’t you going to tell me? He said I already did. I hung up on him, angry as could be.
Yea, I called and apologized when I saw it in a clipping my mom sent!
Also, I thought for the longest time that (Ed) Van Impe’s first name was “Around”

I hated the day when the Blues traded him.

"They adopted the team," he said. "They gave us so much support. Every day you went to the rink you felt responsible. You’d say to yourself, ‘We’d better do well."

That is what is missing with the current team, there is no shame in playing like shit anymore. The pride in wearing the note is lacking many times.

Dad still waxes philosophical on this guy every once in awhile, and it makes me feel great every time.