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Jaromir Jagr thanks for the memories.
“Thanks for the memory....
We who could laugh over big things, were parted by only a slight thing I wonder if we did the right thing Oh, well, that's life, I guess
But we were intelligent people No tears, no fuss, hooray for us Strictly entre nous Darling, how are you? And how are all those little dreams That never did come true? Awfully glad I met you Cheerio and tootle-loo Thank you Thank you so much for the memory”.
“Thanks for the Memory”-Bob Hope-Circa 1938
Hockey made me cry today.
On paper it was just another game. The Penguins vs the Panthers.
On the ice skated two of the greatest players to ever play the game. Crosby and Jagr.
There was no great fanfare leading up to the game. No hype. No over saturation of images, gaudy music or dramatics of an imaginary rivalry.
For me though the game held a deep meaning.
Crosby, the greatest show on ice, did not disappoint. He scored his fortieth goal with his third goal of the night. The ole' hat trick as we call it.
Marc Andre Fluery, in one of his last home games as a Pittsburgh Penguin, had the fans filling the Igloo with chants of, “Fluery, Fluery, Fluery”.
His shut out of the Panthers helped post the final score of 4-0 in favor of the “Pens”.
Crosby, Fluery and the rest of the Pens look poised to make a solid run at Lord Stanley's cup in a few weeks.
How lucky will we once again be? Our team, with two of the greatest to ever play the game in Crosby and Malkin, shall fill the city with pride.
Bandwagon Pens fans will be glued to their TV sets in hopes that the black and gold will be victorious.
The city will wait with baited breath in hopes of filling the streets again on a hot June day with another Penguins Stanley Cup victory parade.
How lucky are we? How blessed are we?
Yes, on paper it was another notch in the belt as the Pens prepare for the post season.
For some of us last night; the game took on a deeper meaning.
Those of us who have had “Father Time” steal our youth. Those of us who's hair shimmers with stands of gray now. Those of us who were lucky enough to be there long,long ago.
Yes, children there were Stanley Cup celebrations before.
Two of the greatest players to have ever played the game helped deliver us two back to back cups way back in the 1990's.
Mario and Jags were the darlings of the city back then.
They were young, talented and alive with pleasure.
We were young, talented and alive with pleasure as well.
These were high times back in the early nineties.
Jags forever had a smile on his face. Why not? He was a boy who had escaped Communism in Czechoslovakia. He was a boy with blue jeans, a fast car and an adoring city of female fans.
Life was different back then. The carefree seventies rolled into the fun eighties. The nineties began with more good times.
Then boom Pittsburgh became Stanley Cup champions.
You could see Jagr, Stevens or even Mike Lang out among us enjoying themselves. Perhaps it was “Donzi's” or “The Decade” or “Heaven”. Night spots that are all but a distant memory now. Much like those days of our youth.
How fast twenty some years has gone.
So when Jags took the ice here in Pittsburgh last night as a member of the Florida Panthers it peeled back the veneer of time.
I was young again. Lean, just out of the Army, wild, crazy and fun loving. The world was new then. Jags played his hockey and I drank my “Wild Turkey” splashed with tequila. We were immortal.
Last night there he was once again number “68”. His long flowing hair trailing behind him with strands of gray. His pumping pistons of legs were a little slower. He turned over the puck a few times to the younger, quicker defense men. He missed a few passes.
Then the Pittsburgh Penguins paid respect to “68” for the time he'd spent with us. For the “Cups” he helped deliver.
The two minute highlight featured Jags best plays and moments as a Penguin. The eighteen thousand fans in attendance filled the Igloo with a thunderous applause.
Jaromir was home again. At last.
With a heartfelt sign of affection he pounded his hand over his heart and waved at the crowd as if saying, “I love you too”.
I ran into Mike Lang in the media booth we talked about the night we watched Mike Tyson loose to Buster Douglas in Tokyo. We sat in “The Decade” in Oakland and watched as Buster dismantled Tyson.
“The Decade" is gone now. If you never were there; man you missed something special.
If you never got to see Mario and Jags skate together; you also missed something special.
My youth is gone now. You should have scene the "Show"; it was a wild ride back then! It was filled with long legged Italian women, dancing, late nights, laughter and mirth too.
It was spent at joints like "Gene's Blues Bar" on RT 51, "The Decade" and the "Syria Mosque".
It was spent inside the gone but not forgotten "Civic Arena" watching The Penguins and a kid named "Jags" do incredible feats of athleticism.
Hockey made me cry today.
Thanks for the memory Jags. I owe you a drink!