He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His Dad took the hose and froze the backyard
And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard
He grew up big and he grew up tough
He saw himself scoring for the (Oilers) Wings or Canucks
But he wasn’t that good with the puck.
Buddy’s real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn’t in it but the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee’s and juniors, midgets and mites
He must have racked up more than 300 fights
A scout from the Flames came down from Saskatoon
Said “there’s always room on our team for a goon,
Son we’ve always got room for a goon.”
I love the fall. When I was a kid, on a morning like this one, my Dad would tell us early on that it would be a day for raking leaves in the backyard. Back then (this is in small places in western Canada like Whonnock, Burns Lake, 100 Mile House and Maidstone) you could rake the leaves and then burn them in your backyard same day. It’s one of my favorite memories, a fall day raking leaves and then burning them and my Mom making something really good for supper.
Back then the Bugs Bunny Road Runner show came on one hour before Hockey Night In Canada, so my brother and I would watch it while eating and then we’d settle in for the game. We loved Bobby Orr, he was our hero and we got to see the Bruins quite a bit as kids because they were so damn good. But it didn’t matter who was playing (I always loved the 6 new teams, their uniforms were colorful and I had all the hockey cards so got to see the Bobby Sheehan’s and Bill Goldsworthy’s once in awhile) and between periods the two boys would run downstairs and play floor hockey. My brother was older, so he got to be Bobby Orr (life sucks, sometimes) and I’d always pick Yvan Cournoyer because my family couldn’t cheer for the Leafs “on account of they traded Frank Mahovlich” (you think I’m making this up, but it’s true).
I’m happy to see fall arrive and look forward to the winter time. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the things that tied us together in childhood and maybe why we hold on to them later in life.
It’s time to welcome back this beautiful game. It’s Hockey Night in Canada.