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My initial exposure to ice hockey came in the early 1960s, when my father would tell occasional supper table stories of attending AHL games in the post-WWII era to watch the St. Louis Flyers & his favorite player Cliff "Fido" Purpur.
My first personal exposure came in the summer of 1967, after St. Louis was awarded an NHL franchise. Pickup hockey games popped up within weeks on my grade school's parking lot & the streets of my neighborhood, after we all rushed to the local hardware store to buy wooden hockey sticks & hockey pucks. Once the 67-68 season began, I was glued to my bedside radio every game night to listen to the local St. Louis Blues' broadcast and any other NHL game that I could pick up from other cities north & east of us on good "AM skip" nights.
Somehow my oldest memory is at my cousin's place and I remember Ray Bourque. It's quite vivid, but no longer than a GIF. Actually, it is a GIF inside my mind. I'm a Montreal fan, but I'm 80% sure this was an all-star game. I remember Bourque, he didn't have a black and yellow jersey. I was probably 1 1/2 years old.
Early memories are an interesting topic in themselves. Some (like me) pretend they have early memories going back to their first year of life. Others, including a lot of professionnals, claim this is impossible due to the nature of the brain and how it evolves up to age 3.
Who knows really? I cannot categorically deny this wasn't my brain reconstructing a fake memory from pieces of many memories and the chronology got confused. OTOH, I'm fairly confident I have memories in my bassinet (with the bars and the rotating toys that play music), and this cannot be after age 2 at all. So I find it hard to dismiss my own experience despite what skeptics are saying.
More than anything though, tbh, I think the thing that pops into my mind when I think of earliest memory is Bob Cole's voice.
I know exactly what you mean. Bob Cole was THE voice of hockey for my childhood.
Aren't you a french-canadian?
Wow crazy but same for me. I was supposed to be in bed but was making all sort of excuses to catch a few minutes of the game here and there and could not understand when they lost.First memory is game 6 of the 89 finals.
Gilmour scores the back breaker against the habs, and made me very sad.
Lanny McDonald's stache was a first memory.
But I was hooked after this game, and the habs have been my favourite team since
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