I was living in an upstairs room of a house on Broadview Ave. in Toronto, lonely, broke, and depressed, and I could hear the Habs-Leafs game on the TV downstairs. So I kind of sat at the top of the stairs until the family, whom I didn’t know at all, noticed me. Maybe I coughed or something.
They invited me into their living room to watch the game with them, which I was hoping they would do. It was a time when I had nothing, just a radio and some clothes, and to see a Canadiens game in a family setting was a wonderful thing.
It was January 19, 1972 (I looked it up), and there was no scoring until Pete Mahovlich scored with just one and a half seconds left on the clock, and the Canadiens won 1-0. The family was pissed but I jumped for joy.
I’ve never forgotten that evening.
Thank you, family on Broadview. And thank you Peter.