Growing up as a New York Ranger fan mostly surrounded by New Jersey Devil supporters in the Hudson Valley, I longingly looked forward to my trips into the city to visit my extended family. Most notably, going to my uncle’s house in Flushing to blow the dust off of a VHS tape that had the live recording of game seven of the 1994 Stanley Cup Finals on it.
There were times as an eight-year-old I’d just watch the tape on a loop, spending hours and hours dreaming about how that must’ve felt. Now, as a 22-year-old, thankfully Youtube exists and the entire game is on there is stunningly grainy 1994 standard definition tv.