There was an article in the paper yesterday about the Oilers still hurting over G7, SCF. I didn’t have the heart to read it. When I was a kid I’d hear or read about stories of great loss in sports and kind of wonder if people were a little weird, taking sports so seriously when it really is just a game.
Then in 1981 I experienced one of those memorable, horrible moments (Blue Monday) and can honestly say I’m still not over it. If Jim Fanning walked into my house today I’d kick him as hard as I could for bringing in Steve Rogers and THEN not getting him out of the game when Ron Cey hit a rocket to the warning track.
I can well remember Gary Carter’s description of the Monday homer (“I tapped my leg and put my glove ‘middle in’ but Steve threw it right in the middle of the plate”) and I can well remember the Conklin goal and the Jason Smith jailbreak when the puck hit Mike Commodore’s giant fricking head and they lost G1 and never did get back on top of the series.
I can tell you the Edmonton Oilers were the better team, and you can smile and think “crazy old man lost in his own mind” but I will die knowing that beauty team deserved the Stanley.
And Raleigh can shove it.