[Max Cow Disease]

For me, a moment that stands out is one somewhat mired in darkness unfortunately. April 30th, 1994, Olympic Saddledome. I, a young and impressionable 7 year old, am attending my first ever Flames game with my dad. Bure scores on the breakaway in the second overtime to put Calgary away, and I come face to face for the first time with the sinking feeling of hockey-related disappointment. I also encounter, towering over me in seemingly all directions, the barbaric herds of drunken Canucks fans exiting the Dome, whose crass, loudmouthed belligerence informed my beliefs at an early age, and planted the seed for what would become a blossoming hatred as the years went on.