Hockey Stories...

[king_malice 17]

Jus t curious if anyone has any cool hockey stories from there personal life they want to share with the rest of us. i personally have a few good ones but id say my all-time highlight was playing tier 2 Jr. A and was at a tourny and Mike Bossy was at the Tourny anyways i won MVP of the Tourny had 17PTS in 6GP and Mike Bossy presented me with the award and told me i reminded him of Cam Neely. This is a clip of a hit im #14 in it i was 14YRS old in this clip bad quality i tried slowing it down a little to get the hit in the clip because the cam just goes right by. Anyways im interested to read some of your stories.

[hooon 1,089]

I returned to ice hockey in my senior of highschool after several years off. When I had played before I was always the biggest, toughest kid on the ice. I got out there my very first shift and felt great... not rusty at all. The other team made a suicide pass to a tiny little kid on the wing. It was the perfect set up for a Kronwall type of monster hit from me. I had him completely in my sights, I even felt bad for him a little bit, but went in for the kill anyway.

I seriously had a good 40 pounds on this kid and I put EVERYTHING I had into that hit... Next thing I know I'm sprawled out on my back looking up at the ceiling of the rink. The other team's bench was cheering and jeering and I barely managed to get up and crawl back to the bench where the coach sat me for most of the rest of the game.

That was the end of my hockey career.

[Guest EZBAKETHAGANGSTA]

Jus t curious if anyone has any cool hockey stories from there personal life they want to share with the rest of us. i personally have a few good ones but id say my all-time highlight was playing tier 2 Jr. A and was at a tourny and Mike Bossy was at the Tourny anyways i won MVP of the Tourny had 17PTS in 6GP and Mike Bossy presented me with the award and told me i reminded him of Cam Neely. This is a clip of a hit im #14 in it i was 14YRS old in this clip bad quality i tried slowing it down a little to get the hit in the clip because the cam just goes right by. Anyways im interested to read some of your stories.

My two favorite moments from my personal experience was fighting Dean Chelios, and checking Cam Fowler.

[slavetothehotlight 11]

My hockey career has spanned much of the last three decades. The pavement of local parking lots and tennis courts is where i achieved much of my glory. Were not talking that wimpy inline stuff, were talking straight-up ghetto style street hockey. What is ghetto-style you might ask. How about using old couch cushions tied on with shoe laces as goalie pads. I was widely regarded in my younger years as a sniper with a good hard shot. I had size as well though, sort of a Lemieuxesque type of player. Oddly enough I have continued to follow in Super Mario's footsteps as my screenname here should indicate. As Chris Rock would say Krispy Kreme doughnuts are like crack cocaine.

In my younger years, I would spend many a night in the parking lot behind my parents house, practicing well into the night. In fact one of my career highlights comes to mind. I was out practicing and noticed a car with its lights still on. Being the good guy that I am, I decided to go and turn them off so as the unfortunate person would not drain their battery all night. I peered down close to the window to see if the latch was up so I could open the door. As my eyes adjusted to the dark interior of the car, what i saw next will haunt me for the rest of my days. A giant bare white ass with two legs coming out from under it. Apparently the parking lot was not just my personal hockey arena but used for other activities as well.

As i got older and into the twilight of my career, i was relegated to simply shooting pucks around my driveway. Ive tried to pass on my wealth of hockey knowledge to my young daughter, all the while keeping my skills just sharp enough for that one last shot at glory. Then one day it happened. It was the day after game 3 of the stanley cup finals in 2009. Our beloved Red Wings had just lost a close game to the Pens. My normal morning commute consisted of a 45 minute drive flipping between WRIF and 97.1. This day would be different and change my life forever. As most of you can understand, after a bitter Red Wing defeat I go into a post game shell trying to shield myself from hearing the carnage played back again on highlights. This is what changed my normal routine that morning and had me listening to 96.3 WDVD, as what self respecting man could ever listen to such a candy ass station without some very good reason. As I started listening I caught the tail end of hearing someone qualifying to win tickets to the next finals game the next day in Pittsburgh. They then explained how they would qualify a few more people for their chance to win tickets by shooting pucks at Puck The Penguin, a station intern dressed in a Penguin Suit ( Im pretty sure he was a retired NHL goalie, maybe like Tim Cheveldae or something). Well, as you might expect from me telling the story , I did qualify shortly thereafter. As I drove to the Fisher building in downtown Detroit the realization hit me, this would be my personal Stanley Cup Final.

Upon arriving I quickly sized up my competition which consisted of three other people. First an older gentleman, wearing plenty of Red Wing gear no less, I could tell he was a wily old vet and could be a force to reckoned with. Second, a 40 something woman (that would be my guess anyway) with red hair and we all know about redheads and what they're capable of. Lastly, another woman, this one African-American and also middle aged i would guess , reminded me of a slightly smaller version of George Laraque. The competition that ensued could be described as nothing short of epic. It was really alot like a war of attrition. We all battled back and forth and at one point the African American woman had the winning shot on her stick, but I would not be denied this day. Sudden death overtime saw my laser-like wrist shot find its way into the back of the net low to the stick side. I could amost hear Mickey saying Bingo Bango right at that moment. The rest as you might imagine is history.

The resulting road trip with my best friend since kindergarten will go down as one of my crowning achievements. It is a sorted tale that took us deep behind enemy lines into the bowels of the steel city. I even came to this very forum seeking counsel on wether to go wearing Wing gear or otherwise. So following your wisdom I donned my Martin Lapointe jersey and endured the mostly good natured insults (one Penguin fan even asked if Lapointe was still alive, to which I had no answer). The trip included many highlights like meeting a midget and large transvestite along the way at an Ohio Mc'donalds (they were actually wing fans as well from another radio contest--see the second link below). We managed to escape the dump of an arena in Pittsburgh by safely jocking our Wing jerseys and putting on the "white out" T-shirts they had given away at the game. It was an act im not proud of but given the amount of drunks we saw in the Parking Lot before the game I credit this decision as one that allows me to sit and write this for you today.

http://www.963wdvd.com/Article.asp?id=1357333

http://mojo.channel955.com/pages/photos.html?feed=185661&article=5544588

Edited June 13, 2010 by slavetothehotlight

[wally42 1]

[quote name='EZBAKETHAGANGSTA' date='12 June 2010 - 05:59 PM'

My two favorite moments from my personal experience was fighting Dean Chelios, and checking Cam Fowler.

wow I'm suprised hossa4life isnt all over you for that s***. Where did you play?

[Detroit40oz 21]

"We managed to escape the dump of an arena in Pittsburgh by safely jocking our Wing jerseys and putting on the "white out" T-shirts they had given away at the game."

really?

how threatening could any parking spot to the arena venture be?

im sure walking from your parking spot to the joe while wearing a wings jersey is more threatening than that, haha.

i was downtown after we lost game 7 in 2009, and there were pittsburgh fans walking the streets and getting coneys without a problem while repping their gear.

i was wasted and belligerent, pissing in alleys and cracking 40's left and right wearing my wings gear, and a couple of them had no problem asking me directions to their hotel.

i mean, sure i sent them into a horrible direction 3 blocks west of where they needed to go (where things get s***ty) but its all fun and games.

im sure there was no need to rock their s***ty "white out" tee's. thats just weak.

Edited July 19, 2010 by Detroit40oz

[Rick D 394]

One day i was riding my bike in a neighborhood a few miles from my house. I saw an older guy (i was about 13, so older meant maybe in his 30's) playing street hockey with a whole bunch of kids. Excited to have possably found a new group to play hockey with i rode by a couple times to check out the competition. For some reason The older guy playing looked really familiar to me, but i couldn figure out why, then it hit me... It was Dino Ciccarelli. I raced home, got my skates and stick in what seemed like under 5mins lol. I actually ended up playing with them a few times that summer. It was a whole lot of fun.

[Learn2LuvIt 252]

I had the great fortune of having a former NHL'r and Red Wing Al Karlander as my hockey coach for a few years growing up in mites. He played for the Wings for three seasons starting in 1970. 37 points as a Wing in 72'-'73' season. Taught me a ton about hockey both from the skills/physical side and the mental side. Also, just a great guy.

Hockey DB link

Edited July 19, 2010 by Learn2LuvIt

[Guest EZBAKETHAGANGSTA]

wow I'm suprised hossa4life isnt all over you for that s***. Where did you play?

I fought Dean when he played for Cranbrook in highschool, and got to play against Cam regularly in the Tier 1 Elite AAA League. He played a year up on Honey Baked for awhile when I was on VH. A few of my really close friends actually hang out/train with him frequently.

Edited July 19, 2010 by EZBAKETHAGANGSTA

[HankthaTank 1,100]

Was present for the 2002 Stanley Cup Championship. And game 5 against the Hawks in 09. HELLLLLLMMMMMMM!!!!!

Great s***. Love the Joe and cannot wait to attend many more.

[Broken 16 381]

I was playing in a rec league on a 'good time' team filled with a bunch of beginners. By some fluke we got scheduled to play against a team 3 tiers above us. They were awesome. I scored on a slapper from the point and we only lost by one goal, 4-3. We almost won and it was from pure hustle. We had good chances at the end because we wore them down all game long. They felt lucky to win. It was awesome. I'm glad I played on that team.

[slavetothehotlight 11]

"We managed to escape the dump of an arena in Pittsburgh by safely jocking our Wing jerseys and putting on the "white out" T-shirts they had given away at the game."

really?

how threatening could any parking spot to the arena venture be?

im sure walking from your parking spot to the joe while wearing a wings jersey is more threatening than that, haha.

i was downtown after we lost game 7 in 2009, and there were pittsburgh fans walking the streets and getting coneys without a problem while repping their gear.

i was wasted and belligerent, pissing in alleys and cracking 40's left and right wearing my wings gear, and a couple of them had no problem asking me directions to their hotel.

i mean, sure i sent them into a horrible direction 3 blocks west of where they needed to go (where things get s***ty) but its all fun and games.

im sure there was no need to rock their s***ty "white out" tee's. thats just weak.

In retrospect it wasn't necessary at all because there was no one in the lot we parked in because they had all gone to the front of the arena where the big screen was located. At the time though and not knowing the previously stated fact it didn't seem smart to parade through 10,000+ extra people outside the arena. These people were tailgaiting and getting toasted for hours before the game (they were not fans actually attending the game but just people there to party and watch on TV). The Wings were getting their asses kicked and we were bolting with about 5 minutes left in the 3rd cuz my friend had to be to work in the morning. Anyways besides all this i'm to fat and old to get in fights. Next time I'll take you with me and supply all the 40s .

[wally42 1]

I fought Dean when he played for Cranbrook in highschool, and got to play against Cam regularly in the Tier 1 Elite AAA League. He played a year up on Honey Baked for awhile when I was on VH. A few of my really close friends actually hang out/train with him frequently.

Did you play juniors?

[Doc Holliday 1,888]

I was able to cause a former AHL (short time NHL) enforcer to freak out and fight one of my teammates.

We were playing in a charity tournament, and I was put on the Redford Firefighters team as a ringer because I knew a couple of the guys. We had one more game in the prelims against the team that we were going to face in the finals win or lose. Their best player was a former NHL/AHL enforcer named Jason Simon. In the first game he would continuously cherrypick and attempt to get a pass and go out on a breakaway. Towards the end of the game I inadvertently high-sticked him, and after doing so he crosschecked me in the back. I told him "calm down there, Tiger" to which he replied "don't ******* high stick me."

In the final game he was up to his old tricks, and making sure the defensemen on the ice knew it I yelled "WATCH THE CHERRYPICKER". He wasn't too happy about that and told me to "shut the f*** up." Realizing he was getting off his game I continued to yell it during the first 5 minutes of the first period. He ended up challenging one of my teammates and finally:

He was kicked out of the game and we dominated the competition. I am actually in the video.

Fun time.

[newfy 695]

I was able to cause a former AHL (short time NHL) enforcer to freak out and fight one of my teammates.

We were playing in a charity tournament, and I was put on the Redford Firefighters team as a ringer because I knew a couple of the guys. We had one more game in the prelims against the team that we were going to face in the finals win or lose. Their best player was a former NHL/AHL enforcer named Jason Simon. In the first game he would continuously cherrypick and attempt to get a pass and go out on a breakaway. Towards the end of the game I inadvertently high-sticked him, and after doing so he crosschecked me in the back. I told him "calm down there, Tiger" to which he replied "don't ******* high stick me."

In the final game he was up to his old tricks, and making sure the defensemen on the ice knew it I yelled "WATCH THE CHERRYPICKER". He wasn't too happy about that and told me to "shut the f*** up." Realizing he was getting off his game I continued to yell it during the first 5 minutes of the first period. He ended up challenging one of my teammates and finally:

He was kicked out of the game and we dominated the competition. I am actually in the video.

Fun time.

I'm guessing youre the one that got beat up lol

[GMRwings1983 8,804]

I was able to cause a former AHL (short time NHL) enforcer to freak out and fight one of my teammates.

We were playing in a charity tournament, and I was put on the Redford Firefighters team as a ringer because I knew a couple of the guys. We had one more game in the prelims against the team that we were going to face in the finals win or lose. Their best player was a former NHL/AHL enforcer named Jason Simon. In the first game he would continuously cherrypick and attempt to get a pass and go out on a breakaway. Towards the end of the game I inadvertently high-sticked him, and after doing so he crosschecked me in the back. I told him "calm down there, Tiger" to which he replied "don't ******* high stick me."

In the final game he was up to his old tricks, and making sure the defensemen on the ice knew it I yelled "WATCH THE CHERRYPICKER". He wasn't too happy about that and told me to "shut the f*** up." Realizing he was getting off his game I continued to yell it during the first 5 minutes of the first period. He ended up challenging one of my teammates and finally:

He was kicked out of the game and we dominated the competition. I am actually in the video.

Fun time.

Wow, you're worse than Kirk Maltby.

You should have fought that guy yourself, instead of agitating him like that. Doc Holliday fought his own fights in the old West.

You guys need Lilja on your team or something.

Edited July 20, 2010 by GMRwings1983

[wally42 1]

He was kicked out of the game and we dominated the competition. I am actually in the video.

Fun time.

wow hardass. Anyone who hits a ref is a piece of s***. Have some ******* respect

[wally42 1]

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Edited July 20, 2010 by wally42

[Jesusberg 1,256]

I remember the first time I ever went out to play hockey was at a school gymnasium when I was about 8. I'd always practiced by myself, but I was way too shy to get into it seriously with a team. Anyway, first game I played I ended up scoring 6 goals and then getting blindsided by an opposing player. I stopped playing after that.

Another story where I wasn't playing is when I was around the same age. My mother's then boyfriend knew Adam Graves pretty well. Graves hired him to paint a home in Windsor and I got to come along and help. I also grabbed a bunch of his rookie cards and he signed them all for me, plus a poster that was an tribute to his 52 goal season in 1993-94.

Story about going to a game. In 2004 I got to go to Game 5 of the Detroit-Calgary series. I was witness to Stevie Y's terrible eye injury. Was not fun.

[Hossa4Life 4]

which one is you doc

Edited July 20, 2010 by Hossa4Life

[Guest DatsyukianDeke13]

I was able to cause a former AHL (short time NHL) enforcer to freak out and fight one of my teammates.

We were playing in a charity tournament, and I was put on the Redford Firefighters team as a ringer because I knew a couple of the guys. We had one more game in the prelims against the team that we were going to face in the finals win or lose. Their best player was a former NHL/AHL enforcer named Jason Simon. In the first game he would continuously cherrypick and attempt to get a pass and go out on a breakaway. Towards the end of the game I inadvertently high-sticked him, and after doing so he crosschecked me in the back. I told him "calm down there, Tiger" to which he replied "don't ******* high stick me."

In the final game he was up to his old tricks, and making sure the defensemen on the ice knew it I yelled "WATCH THE CHERRYPICKER". He wasn't too happy about that and told me to "shut the f*** up." Realizing he was getting off his game I continued to yell it during the first 5 minutes of the first period. He ended up challenging one of my teammates and finally:

He was kicked out of the game and we dominated the competition. I am actually in the video.

Fun time.

lawl. what a ******* goon! where are you in this vid?

[Doc Holliday 1,888]

I'm guessing youre the one that got beat up lol

What part of "fight one of my teammates" don't you understand?

Wow, you're worse than Kirk Maltby.

You should have fought that guy yourself, instead of agitating him like that. Doc Holliday fought his own fights in the old West.

You guys need Lilja on your team or something.

I would have traded blows if I didn't have a full cage and if the guy went after me. He probably would have if he noticed me on the ice.

wow hardass. Anyone who hits a ref is a piece of s***. Have some ******* respect

Yeah, I was amazed. The ref actually yelled "f*** you" to the guy after he let go of him. I was like what?

which one is you doc

lawl. what a ******* goon! where are you in this vid?

I'm in the blue pants and white helmet.

Malice: nice hit.

Edited July 20, 2010 by Doc Holliday

[Guest EZBAKETHAGANGSTA]

Did you play juniors?

Yeah. Pm me.

Fun time.

Wow... I can't believe everyone just let him hit the refs like that. The second I see a ref get his head grabbed I'd be on him. That's not a fight, that's assault.

Edited July 20, 2010 by EZBAKETHAGANGSTA

[Doc Holliday 1,888]

Yeah. Pm me.

Wow... I can't believe anyone let him hit the refs like that. The second I see a ref get his head grabbed. That's not a fight, thats assualt.

Yeah. The police came and escorted him off the premises. I think since he didn't land any solid punches on him they didn't bother pressing charges. The guy completely embarassed himself anyway in front of his own kid (who was on the ice during the incident).

[WorkingOvertime 536]

Wow, you're worse than Kirk Maltby.

You should have fought that guy yourself, instead of agitating him like that. Doc Holliday fought his own fights in the old West.

I have to agree. You obviously knew that you were getting under his skin and that he might retaliate. While I don't condone fighting at beer league events like that, I don't think non-friendly s*** talking is necessary either. Also, you can always ditch your lid when wearing a cage (or visor) if you are being called out. With that said, I like your style of getting under the other teams skin- I play similarly.