My dad was born in 1920. He’ll be 88 in a couple of months.
He told me yesterday he really misses hockey from days gone by. About Foster Hewitt on the radio on Saturday night, telling him how Turk Broda was making a sprawling save, about Blake and Richard, Bill Barilko and Busher Jackson and all the grand old players from way back when.
Saturday night was a big night, he said. And when television came along, the only problem was the game started at the beginning of the second period.
After that he said he didn’t understand all the money players are making now.
Then we changed the subject and went on about chasing Nazi war criminals in South America.