A Hockey Story

I didn’t write the following. I don’t know who did. But my son sent it to me and I think it’s a really nice story.

In the middle of a grueling six game road trip where a very young hockey team is away from home, the third game of the trip ends late on a cold Canadian Saturday night. This is the only break on the trip and the three days between games allow them the only break to get back home in their own beds for a couple of days before going back on the road. A scheduled commercial flight waits for them at Toronto ‘s International Airport for the short flight home. They could be home by midnight. This plane departs on schedule, but without a single member of the hockey team on board.

Earlier, back in the locker room, a vote was taken after the game and a unanimous decision is made by this young team to skip this flight and stay one more day. They make arrangements to check back in the hotel and on a frozen Sunday morning charter two buses that have no heat and begin a journey two hours straight north into a sparsely inhabited Canada , but where hockey is its passion.

They arrive at their destination to the surprise of the team’s general manager who is there attending his father’s wake. After a few emotional hours, this team boards the buses and head back for a two hour trip back to Toronto . On the way they ask the bus drivers to stop in a tiny Canadian town because they are hungry.

To the shock of the patrons and workers at this small hockey town McDonald’s, a professional team walks out of two rickety buses and into the restaurant, which just happens to have pictures of two members of this team on its wall. The patrons know every single one of these players by sight being fanatic fans of hockey in these parts. One can only imagine their amazement of the locals seeing an entire professional hockey team sit down and have a meal in their tiny little town in the middle of a hockey season.

After a while they board the buses and catch their same flight, 24 hours later, giving one day of their time to their general manager.

This a true story of the Chicago Blackhawks one Saturday night when they decided to attend Dale Tallon’s father’s funeral.

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