The most memorable playoff game for me was the 5th game in Boston during the 1970 Stanley Cup Finals. The game was in Boston so we all gathered round the living room TV to cheer on our beloved Blues. This would be our year finally.
First Jacques Plante got drilled right in the noggin in the first period right after the game started and he had to be dragged off. The deflected slapshot split his mask in half like an eggshell. Momma and I figured he was a goner the way he looked when he went off. In came Ernie Wakely, the first human sieve I had seen as a lad. We were doomed, it was all over but the crying now. For some strange reason the game was a nail biter all the way into OT.
It wasn't long until Orr was flying through the air with the game winner in OT, probably the most famous hockey image ever. Orr was my idol and he had just beat my Blues. I didn't know whether to fist pump the air or shit and fall back in it. I just stood there staring at the black and white TV. Finally momma asked me if I was feeling okay and I couldn't even answer. They said I didn't utter a word for 2 days.
Finally my teacher called home and said "There's something wrong with that boy, usually I can't shut him up."
So momma took me to the doc the next day.
Dr. Slaughter was him name, no shit, had an office on Ashby Rd and he wore a neat bow tie. A good sawbones as docs go that I've met. He sat me up on the exam table and poked and prodded and then turned to momma and said, "The boy is definitely afflicted with something. He's too young to be in love."
Momma nodded and said "It was after the Blues hockey game was when he took to acting strange."
"Ah, I see" said Doc. "Give the boy a couple more days and he'll be just fine. If not bring him back and we'll give him a shot to be sure" and he pulled out the drawer and picked up one of them big dayum horse needles you get in the azz.
I was babbling like a 2 year down the stairs as we left. I hate needles and didn't want no part of that big azz needle.
What's your most memorable playoff game?