When my dad took me to see the Habs in Toronto when I was a boy, he bought me three things I remember like it was yesterday – an ice cream bar called an ‘Eskimo Pie’ back then, a little wooden stick with a player’s picture on the blade, and a Montreal bobble head doll.
I’d play hockey with the stick and a marble in our living room, and eventually I guess it broke and that was that. As for the bobble head, I’ve no idea what happened to it. Maybe I dropped it.
About ten years ago I was able to finally replace my bobble head, and it even came in its original box. The bottom of it looks rough, but it’s only a manufacturer’s flaw. It’s in perfect condition, and I’m very careful I don’t drop it.