27 years ago tonight I sat down to watch "The Wonderful World of Disney" on NBC. Instead it was preempted for a college hockey game. This may sound foreign to many of you, but we did not have cable and only a handful of channels that came in - assuming the rabbit ears were aligned correctly and there was no unusual atmospheric interference. So hockey it was.
This also may sound foreign to those who know me now, but I was not into hockey back then. Even though I went to the same high school future NHL players like Mike McHugh and Eric Weinrich had attended - and the team had won the state championship weeks earlier - it really didn't mean much to me. I was all set to go to Lyndon State College in Vermont and become the guy who would be wrong when he told you what the temperature would be tomorrow. All that was about to change.
The game was broadcast by Dale Duff, a man with many peculiarities but, whose passion for the sport and the school could be heard in every syllable he spoke. If you looked up enthusiasm in the dictionary you found a picture of Duff. It turned out to be game three of the NCAA Quarterfinal series against Providence College. While I had been hard at work scrubbing dishes at Jameson Tavern on Friday and Saturday nights, Maine and PC had been busy playing games both nights but had not settled things.
Hanging from the balcony that now houses the student section was a banner that wrapped around the arena which read: "Outside there is a whole world, but in here it's Go Maine Go!" I thought they had increased the volume of the crowd mics because it was very noisy. As it turns out, it really was that loud. A friend of mine was staying on campus at Dunn Hall, two parking lots away from Alfond, and he said there were times when he could hear the crowd, even all that distance away.
The events of the first two periods don't stand out. Maine trailed 3-1 with 10 minutes left and it appeared the season was over. It's funny how the little things make a difference. Maine's Bob Corkum delivered a crushing check on Providence's Rick Bennett and sent him over the boards into the penalty box. Moments later Mario Thyer capitalized on the momentum to cut the lead to 3-2 and the crowd came to life. The clock was ticking down and the crowd just seemed to be getting louder. It felt like Duff was screaming into the microphone to be heard. Then suddenly a Maine player stole the puck behind the net, passed it quickly to Martin Robitaille who found a streaking Scott Pellerin. He unleashed an absolute laser from 35 feet that beat Mark Romaine and the game was tied at 3. The crowd exploded.
What followed seemed to take an eternity. The final two minutes of regulation. The first overtime period. The start of the second overtime. It looked like Providence had won when Dave Guden had a chance all alone in front but Matt DelGuidice stoned him and the game continued. Then a sequence that still plays in slow-motion in my mind.
A scrum in the netmouth. The puck comes to Robitaille near the side of the net. Romaine and half the Providence team is down on the ice. Robey takes the puck on his backhand and skates across the net. Providence defenseman Jeff Serowik gets to his knees. Robey holds. And holds. Finally he lets loose the shot, high off the ice above the collection of players between him and the goal, past the swinging arm of Serowik and into the net. Robitaille skates along the far boards performing a windmill celebration before being mobbed by teammates. 1500 feet away, through a closed window, my friend hears the roar of the crowd and knows Maine has won even before he hears the goal on the radio.
That night changed everything for me. I spent the next two years immersed in hockey. I was the manager and statistician for our high school team. I became the go-to guy for publications like Hockey Night in Boston because I kept a record not just of our own team's scoring numbers but for our opponents as well. In the days before the Internet and computer databases (no, those haven't always existed, shocking I know) it was the kind of information reporters longed to have but didn't have easy access to.
30 months later I was sitting in the Dexter Lounge, the new student manager for the team, trying not to be starstruck as Robey, Pelly, Monty and a parade of other heroes walked in and introduced themselves to me...as if I didn't already know exactly who they were.
In the intervening years I have met some amazing people, had experiences that can't be matched and witnessed events that would boggle the mind. All of it can be traced back to that one random night 27 years ago.