I remember that. I remember being at the bus-stop the next morning when I saw a kid about my age walking along the street. He'd made a Stanley Cup out of tinfoil and things from around the house, a bucket, some round tupperware containers, a cereal bowl at the top. He was carrying it over his head in both hands, like he'd won it.
I remember being at the parade in the grey drizzling rain when they came back into town. Sitting on the curb with my younger brother (who was a little too young and kinda miserable) waiting for the cup to come by, the whole team up in the wagons, wearing my Vernon away jersey.
I remember being at the game where Lanny scored his 500th goal. Against the New York Islanders. They were some of the best seats I've ever had, about eight rows up, directly behind the net. Alas, he scored his goal at the other end of the ice, a wraparound, if I remember correctly.
I feel for those younger fans who weren't around for us winning. I was just a kid, but man-oh-man ... winning is the best feeling in sports.
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