From an early age, Mike Scully was hooked on hockey. If he and his friends weren’t skating on the frozen ponds near their western Massachusetts neighborhood during the late 1960s and early ‘70s, they were likely hanging out at nearby Eastern States Coliseum, home of the AHL’s Springfield Kings, begging for broken sticks and hunting down pucks that flew over the glass.
“I was incredibly average as a player,” Scully says. “But I was a rink rat.”
Seeing as it was minor-league hockey, at the dawn of the Broad Street Bullies era, there was plenty to soak up.