Thanks a lot. Very much appreciated.
I really did always feel special sharing a birthday w/ # 4. There's kind of an embarrassing story a/b meeting him that goes along w/ that, but I'll spare you.
I'm still around, just don't have much to say that I haven't already. Rough year you could smell coming all the way from last summer.
Happy Birthday!!!!!
Miss you around here Neely08
Thanks a lot. Very much appreciated.
I really did always feel special sharing a birthday w/ # 4. There's kind of an embarrassing story a/b meeting him that goes along w/ that, but I'll spare you.
I'm still around, just don't have much to say that I haven't already. Rough year you could smell coming all the way from last summer.
Oh Come on . I want to hear / read the story about #4 .
A little late, but why not? Happy birthday gentlemen...
Heh, ok true hollywood stories w/ Neely08.
During the 70's early 80's my brothers and I had an opportunity as kids to billet w/ a Canadian family, and attend hockey camps and schools around Ontario. One of the big sells at one camp was that Bobby Orr would visit, and he did. (Another camp later on had Lanny McDonald and Darryl Sittler, and omg they kicked the **** out of us, cussed us out, it was ****in great!)
I may have been too young to really experience the Orr era (born in 71), but that didn't stop our coaches from drilling Orr and his genius into our heads w/ films, lectures, skating drills, etc etc. To put it simply, it was literally like meeting God for us.
It was at the end of the camp and each kid got to walk up and get a picture taken w/ him, have stuff signed, etc. Orr was just like you see him now or any other time, all smiles, humble and engaging, asking the kids their position, etc. My Dad shook his hand, told Orr we were from Boston, that I was a D-man b/c of my elite skating skills (basically I could skate backwards w/o falling down), and even had the same birthday as him.
Orr said, "Oh no kidding? March 20th? Well then you have a happy birthday from me!", and put out his hand for me to shake.
Me -- I stared blankly at his hand, then up to his face, then back. Brain and mouth totally inoperative.
#4 Bobby Orr then asked me how I liked playing defense, and I replied, ".........many.......mUch....Orr......BrUiN.....pUck....goOd........*mouth moving no sound coming out, brain the surface temp of Pluto.*"
At that point he just smiled at me as if to say "Don't worry, kid. I have this effect on mortals", and patted me hard on the right shoulder pad. He touched me. That shoulder tingled for like a week, I swear.
My Mom has the pictures somewhere. My older brothers are totally fine in their pic. Me? I look the epitome of completely freaked. In my defense I was also probably one of the youngest there. A lot of childhood memories from that time are just a blur. But I will always remember that.
Heh, ok true hollywood stories w/ Neely08.
During the 70's early 80's my brothers and I had an opportunity as kids to billet w/ a Canadian family, and attend hockey camps and schools around Ontario. One of the big sells at one camp was that Bobby Orr would visit, and he did. (Another camp later on had Lanny McDonald and Darryl Sittler, and omg they kicked the **** out of us, cussed us out, it was ****in great!)
I may have been too young to really experience the Orr era (born in 71), but that didn't stop our coaches from drilling Orr and his genius into our heads w/ films, lectures, skating drills, etc etc. To put it simply, it was literally like meeting God for us.
It was at the end of the camp and each kid got to walk up and get a picture taken w/ him, have stuff signed, etc. Orr was just like you see him now or any other time, all smiles, humble and engaging, asking the kids their position, etc. My Dad shook his hand, told Orr we were from Boston, that I was a D-man b/c of my elite skating skills (basically I could skate backwards w/o falling down), and even had the same birthday as him.
Orr said, "Oh no kidding? March 20th? Well then you have a happy birthday from me!", and put out his hand for me to shake.
Me -- I stared blankly at his hand, then up to his face, then back. Brain and mouth totally inoperative.
#4 Bobby Orr then asked me how I liked playing defense, and I replied, ".........many.......mUch....Orr......BrUiN.....pUck....goOd........*mouth moving no sound coming out, brain the surface temp of Pluto.*"
At that point he just smiled at me as if to say "Don't worry, kid. I have this effect on mortals", and patted me hard on the right shoulder pad. He touched me. That shoulder tingled for like a week, I swear.
My Mom has the pictures somewhere. My older brothers are totally fine in their pic. Me? I look the epitome of completely freaked. In my defense I was also probably one of the youngest there. A lot of childhood memories from that time are just a blur. But I will always remember that.