In no particular order:
* I miss when dirtiness and meanness were considered laudable assets in player, not something that made messageboard fans throw hissy fits. Players gave guys like Messier, Potvin or Clarke wide berths, and that only made them more effective.
* I miss when players were colourful and the league was full of characters. Wendel Clark was the tough, no-nonsense farm boy that would score a goal and then beat up your enforcer. Theo Fleury was the fiesty, ferocious little guy that never backed down. Ulf Samuelsson was the villian that would cheapshot your team's best player every time his back was turned. Claude Lemieux was the Darth Vader of hockey; the guy that would throw a cheapshot, turtle, and then score the OT winner all in the same game. Nowadays, most players play cookie-cutter styles within cookie-cutter systems, all while completely ensconsed in hard plastic equipment.
* Similarily, I miss lunatic goalies like Hextall and Smith or even Burke (who fought Stu Grimson once).
* I miss when the crease was the domain of only the toughest of the tough, and the battles there were epic. I remember Chris Pronger saying post-lockout that there were guys showing up in the blue paint that he thought had retired years ago.
* I miss genuine hate between teams that lasted for years, not a couple of games or until three or four players switched sides through free agency.
* I miss when you couldn't watch a prospect's every shift on youtube or see his game dissected on TSN 1000 times before the draft. There used to be a mystery and excitement about these guys, some of whom (especially the Europeans) you wouldn't see before they made the NHL. You'd just hear about this guy in Quebec whose destroying Lafleur's records, and plays like Gretzky except he's huge. Or this Russian winger who skates like the wind and scores goals in bunches.
* I miss the 'real' power-forwards. For me, a power-forward is and always will be a 50-goal, 200 PIM winger who periodically loses his **** and pummels guys. Johan Franzen and Peter Forsberg were never power-forwards in my book.
* I miss the old leather equipment when ferocious bodychecks didn't mean putting a players health at risk.