Entries with the tag: passittobulis.com
Harrison was kind enough to take time out of his busy schedule to tell us about how he got into hockey, how he became blogger and what he will be doing at Puck Daddy.
PH: How did you get into hockey?
HM: Okay. May 6, 1991. I was five. I turned on the television one day and landed on game three of the Campbell Conference Final between the Minnesota North Stars and the Edmonton Oilers. My family wasn’t a sports family, so this was really the first time I’d been exposed to hockey at all. I found it to be excellent. Minnesota walloped Edmonton 7-3, and I instantly decided that I liked hockey, and I really liked the North Stars, because they were clearly the best. My shallow opinion was briefly validated, too, when Minnesota won the next two games of the series to clinch a berth in the Stanley Cup Final. As far as I was concerned, they were unbeatable.
Then, of course, they went up against the Penguins and got their asses handed to them. I watched every game of that series, trying desperately to hold on to my belief that Minnesota was the awesomest, but when Pittsburgh scored their eighth goal in game six, I gave up and gave in. I decided I had been cheering for the Penguins all along. Next year, when my beloved Penguins repeated as Stanley Cup champions, I knew I’d made the right choice. Then, in 1993, the Penguins were eliminated by the New York Islanders in overtime. Somehow, this time, I couldn’t shrug it off by changing teams. I remember weeping like a friend had died when David Volek scored. It hurt for real. I knew then and there that hockey had me by the balls.
PH: Growing up, who was your favorite team/player? Why?
HM: Until 1994, definitely the Penguins. I liked Jaromir Jagr, mainly because it was impossible to miss him when he was on the ice, what with the eye-catching skill and mullet. In 1994, however, I discovered that living in British Columbia meant I was actually supposed to cheer for the Vancouver Canucks, so I did. I’m sure it helped that they went to the Cup Final that year. Damn, I was fickle. I liked Sergio Momesso for some reason.