I’ll tell you about the magic, and it’ll free your soul
But it’s like trying to tell a stranger ’bout rock and roll
I rarely use the line “you had to be there” because old guys like me overuse it. The facts are that hockey today trumps hockey from the 1970s by a lot (conditioning, split leagues, etc) but there are pockets of players who were special by any measure. One of those players is Bobby Hull. For some reason as time marches along there are fewer and fewer people who remember just how unique he was as a hockey player.
One factor is that his son had a long and impressive career and there is a tendency to compare them to each other because goals were such a factor in their value. The reality is that Brett Hull was not a comparable player to Bobby Hull. No sin there, few were. Bobby Hull was as strong as an ox, a firebrand and a unique player from beginning to start. It was impossible to find a hockey magazine without an article about him during his career (seriously, find one) and anyone who lived through those days and was a hockey fan can close their eyes and remember him flying down the wing and letting loose the most feared shot on the planet.
Bobby Hull was Paul Bunyan.