I haven’t read a book about sports in 38 years. The last one I read was "Hockey Stars of 1973" by Stan Fischler. It was not as good as his previous book, "Hockey Stars of 1972", which had Phil Esposito of the Bruins on the cover. I had gotten both books from Scholastic Book Services.
In 1972 I faithfully followed the Bruins all the way to the Stanley Cup. I collected hockey cards and had all of the legendary Bruins –Bobby Orr, Phil Esposito, Derek Sanderson, Wayne Cashman. One fine day, I opened a brand new package of Topps hockey cards, and, after shoving the gum in my mouth, I slowly shuffled through the deck. My eyes fell upon the Holy Grail of hockey cards- my favorite Bruin, goalie Gerry Cheevers. I was the only kid in the neighborhood with a street hockey goalie mask and stick (thanks to the generosity of my big brothers). I decorated the mask with black crayon slashes trying to emulate Cheevers, who marked his everywhere a puck had hit and where stitches would have been needed without it.
The dream ended all too soon. After the Stanley Cup victory Gerry Cheevers left the Bruins to play for the Cleveland Crusaders in the World Hockey Association. Then, at the start of the 1972-1973 season, I sat stunned in front of the t.v. as the indomitable Bruins lost a game to a brand new team named the New York Islanders. I stopped following hockey after that, and stupidly gave my cards (including Cheevers!) to my classmate Waldo who claimed he was going to donate them to the state hospital yard sale.
Now, as the Bruins progressed through the playoffs this year, defeating the Canadiens in seven games, and sweeping the Red Wings in four and with my thirteen year-old son bouncing off the walls, I decided this would be the best time to read this book. I really enjoyed it. George Plimpton gets to do what many kids (even a fair weather fan like me) dream of doing –play for a pro sports team. Plimpton, journalist and friend of the Kennedys, takes an assignment for “Sports Illustrated” to write about what it’s like to train with the Boston Bruins. He cannot skate well, so he buys a pair of goalie skates which have lower blades. The skates seal his fate as a goalie, and he signs a contract to defend the net for five minutes in an exhibition game against the Philadelphia Flyers. The contract indemnifies the Bruins against any responsibility for his injury or death. The action occurs during the 1977-1978 season, so the old familiar names such as Orr, Esposito and even Cheevers (who repented and returned) are still present. But they were all at the end of their Bruins careers. People who are not sports fans will also enjoy this book because it is full of colorful personalities. Plimpton recounts his interactions with not only the players, but also their wives, the coaches and the fans. He explains the game simply. He illustrates how even the arena and the city in which it is located can psychologically affect the visiting team. Unfortunately, the text is padded with anecdotes that one could easily find in Stan Fischler’s "Hockey Stars of (fill in your favorite year)". Still, it offers a very enjoyable “YOU ARE THERE” read.
Just before I finished the book, the Bruins had lost the first game of the Stanley Cup series to the Vancouver Canucks. Long ago when my big brothers played street hockey with me, they always wanted to be the Canucks. I couldn’t understand why, because in 1972 they were a terrible team. They just liked the name. I do too.
Shame on me. I've had to correct two factual errors since I first posted this. I won't tell you which ones.