I still remember growing up and watching him play with the Jets. And my Dad being a good day with links to the Jets one day came home with a couple of autographed game used sticks with the wild banana curve. One of those sticks was worn to a nub playing street hockey but I had the most unpredictable slap shot in road hockey even sailing a Tennis ball over the sealing.
I was there the game after Steve Durbano pulled his weave straight out of his head and Bobby was wearing a helmet to cover the fact that he had been snatched bald.
Off the ice he seemed like a monster though so I'll save all the RIP and stuff. But Bobby was one of my hero's growing up.
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