I don’t know about you, but the replays of NHL classics by the networks are starting to grow on me. Obviously, I’d prefer the live playoff battles we’d all normally be enjoying at this time, but revisiting the past has rekindled many memories, many about the New York Rangers.
Some are nostalgic and joyful. Others are depressing. A few are infuriating – so maddening that if the only consequence for punching somebody in the face in anger was sitting in some box for five minutes, I’d have done it without a second thought.
The other day I was watching Game Seven of the 1990 Adams Division Semifinals between the Hartford Whalers and Boston Bruins.