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Originally Posted by FaninKorea#1
Not really embarrasing story, well more dumb now that I look back.
Back when I was about 9 years old growing up in Deer Run, SE Calgary. I lived not far from Nick Fotiu and I would try to always catch him going to his car to ask for some sticks. Finally, after school I went there and he said, "Hey kid, come to my house tommorrow around 4pm and I will have some thing for you" I was so pumped I got there at 3:30 and was waiting, he pulls up to his driveway, opens his trunk and gave me 2 sticks. A Sher-wood John Tonelli and a Canadien Al Macinnis!
Unfortunatley, this was well before collecting sports memorabilia meant anything to me, so I cut down the John Tonelli stick (because it was a lefty) and used it in my next game. I pretened I was Tonelli and grinded hard on the boards like he used to and popped in 3 goals that game. Shortly after the stick broke.
Somehow the Macinnis stick got in the hands of my friend's older brother who used in it street hockey! Hmmm, Hall of Famiers Calgary Flames stick, wonder if that would have been worth anything now?
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Its sad how stupid we were when we were kids. My old man used to do some business with the Winnipeg Jets, and I used to tag along. One day I ran into a tall blonde over muscled type, and he saw a 7 year old CaptainCrunch hiding in the corner, so he grabs two sticks scrawls his name on them and walks over, crouches to look me straight in the eye and says "Here ya go kid" in a gravelly voice.
Then he turns around and vanishes.
Those sticks were two of Bobby Hulls Northland sticks that I promptly destroyed playing street hockey. But I have to tell you, the banana curve's combined with tennis balls made for huge slap shots.
Now I kick myself for not keeping at least one.
Then later on when I was about 15, my dad took me into work one day because it was a professional day. Of course I was board to tears, who cares about the tile business right. Anyways everyone goes into the board room and my dad goes to the door and this not very tall guy with Sandy brown hair parted to the side walks in and shakes my hand. He walks him over to me and I stand up and my dad says "Son, I'd like you to meet Bobby Orr. So being a stupid teenager and regretting it later, I shake Bobby's hand well muttering "Well Duh" and looking at my dad like he was taking a dumpsky in the middle of the show room.
Bobby was there to do some promotions for the company. After the meeting, everyone left, and I was bustled into the board room by my dads rather attractive secretary and I got to sit down and talk to Bobby for a couple of minutes, which was incredibly cool.
Then he pulled out some glossies of him going around a Hawks defenseman and signed them with a message wishing me the best.
I still have those framed and hung up in my office at home.
I have to say, Hull looked like a hockey player. Orr looked like an accountant.