Oh yes. It happened on December 23, just before Christmas when Cheesie stoned Espo, and we’d won the game. I was as happy as a clam. It’s in your best interests in New York to get off the ice as soon as you can. In fact, being near the exit gate, I was the first Bruins player into the dressing room. Next came Cheesie, sweating—because, as you know he was never in the best of condition—the steam pouring off him like a locomotive. He sat down with a big puff. But he was the last one in the locker room. No one else came in. I said, ‘Cheesie, what’s going on out there?’ He said, ‘I don’t know. Something. But I’m not going back out.'
… I jogged on down the runway to see what was going on, and there at rinkside I found a lot of pushing and shoving going on and some of our guys up in the stands. Peter McNab was way up, maybe eight or nine rows. I found out later what had happened—that Al Secord had a problem with John Davidson; the battle had drifted over by the stands where a fan, a couple of brothers actually, had taken a whack at Stan Jonathan. In the course of things the fan had grabbed his stick. That sent a swarm of Bruins into the stands, headed by Terry O’Reilly, to get those responsible. McNab caught the guy who’d gotten the furthest away, a really massive guy. I had no idea at all what was going on, but I went up there to help. Peter had this guy pretty much under control, down across the seats, but he took a kick at me, as Debbie described, and that was when I wrenched this big shoe off his foot—a huge cheap penny loafer—and I whacked him with it a few times. It felt good to the touch. Whippy. Then I scaled it out over the ice. What I’d done looked awful in the films…much worse than it really was. They called me in to see it. ‘Despicable. Just despicable!’ the president of the NHL kept saying. The Bruins down in the lower seats who were really flailing away with their fists, just slugging it out, got fined $500. I got suspended for a few games. Maybe because it was because the shoe was so big. It looked like I was hitting him with a big club.