Just got home from the game.
The biggest disappointment I feel tonight isn't that the Bruins lost. Or who they lost to. Or how they lost. It's that for the first time in my life, I can't discuss or talk about a game that I went to with my old man. My dad passed away last Tuesday night, and it's been a rough week/weekend.
Those of you who know me a little bit know how much my family means to me, and how much the Bruins are woven into the fabric of my family. Dad took me to my first game (Game 2 of the 1988 Adams Division Semi-Final vs. Buffalo) when I was 13 years old. He took my brothers and I to several other games when he could get tickets right behind the glass at ice-level. When I grew up and had my own job and my own money, I would take him. We could only afford one or two games a season, but the Bruins never once lost a game that dad came to with me. Not one. So many happy memories. Blowouts. Thrillers. Hat tricks. Fights. We saw it all as a family.
Dad also loved talking about the good old days of Bobby Orr, Derek Sanderson, and the rest of that gang. He really had a hard time keeping track of all the guys playing today ("and all these expansion teams!"), but he remembered the lineups and characters of yesteryear pretty well.
About a month ago he looked me right in the eye and said this would be his last Christmas. He was really sick, and as much as I didn't want to believe it, I knew it was the God's honest truth. So, for an early Christmas present I got him "If These Walls Could Talk" by Dale Arnold. Not a bad last Christmas present, right? Every day on the ride home from work I would call and ask him if he had read any of it during the day, but he was always feeling too lousy to sit and read anything. When he asked me if I wanted him to read it so badly so I could have it when he was done, I had to tell him that I really didn't care if I read it or not - I just wanted to hear him talk about the book. He never did read the book, and I'm not sure when I'll be ready to.
The sport of hockey in general and the Boston Bruins in particular has a way of touching lives and making memories. My wife and I went tonight and we'll never forget tonight's game as long as we live. Every person who goes out of his or her way to post on this forum has a story. How and why they're a fan, going to games with friends and family, thrilling victories, and bitter defeats. And memories - we all have memories.
Everyone has a story, and that's mine for tonight.