Dale, are you out there? That’s the night you and I both got kicked out of Conte. For those who weren’t there, our offense was to go up to the glass and yell at ref, no profanity. I drove down to Cleveland Circle and watched the rest of the second period at the late lamented Ground Round, the worst excuse for a restaurant in North America. I then drive back, walked back into Conte with no problem and watched the third period meltdown by the BC trophy case.
Speaking of a goalie meltdown, one of my favorite BC-UNH games of all time was Mark Mowers sophomore year, the first year of the Whit. BC was on a power play, with Marty Reasoner at the left point. He fiddles with the puck, Mowers picks his pocket, streaks in and scores. Later in the game BC is on another power play with Reasoner on the point again. Mowers is forechecking and as Reasoner starts to make a move, my friend John W yells out, “Look our Marty, here he comes again.” Sure enough Mark again picks his pocket, skates in and roofs another one past the goalie. The goalie is now really po’d, skates over to the sideboards, slams his stick against the glass and breaks it.
I wish I could remember the goalie’s name because his real claim to fame came when Steve Cedorchuck, the former coach at that point and who had doled out more scholarships than he had available, called the goalie’s father up. The father was the premier dental surgeon in Alberta, big bucks, so Cedor called to ask if he would pay his kid’s way at BC. It wasn’t long after that that he was fired and that Mike Millbury was offered the job but declined after seeing the mess the program was in. And that’s how Jerry York got the job.