“Say something,” my dad uttered with a nudge.
I couldn’t. I was 7-years old. Paralyzed in awe. The game was still going on on the ice, but all my young eyes were trained on were the larger than life numbers sewn on the back of Mario Lemieux’s jersey.
It was Jan. 17, 1989 and I was fortunate to be sitting six rows from the ice at Nassau Coliseum — Section 113x, Row F, Seat 4 — right near the railing by the Pittsburgh Penguins’ tunnel. It was my first live hockey game and the Islanders and Penguins players were larger than life in person, not quite the tiny comets screeching across the screen of our 27-inch standard definition TV at home.
Lemieux had to leave the ice at one point during the game because of an equipment issue. The tunnel hood was up when he skated off, but when he finally emerged a few minutes later it was rolled back. Play was still going on so No. 66 had to wait by the door until the next whistle.
And there, mere feet away, stood Lemieux, who was in the middle of aRead More »from A hockey fan's farewell to Nassau Coliseum