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Entries with the tag: jiri fischer
from Pierre LeBrun of ESPN,
Jiri Fischer was at home in suburban Detroit with his 7-year-old son Monday night, catching up on all the NHL action and scores.
"Then the big news hit. I watched the video right away," Fischer told ESPN.com on Tuesday in the aftermath of Rich Peverley's scary collapse and cardiac resuscitation.
Impossible to ignore were the flashbacks to his own near-tragic cardiac episode in 2005 while playing for the Detroit Red Wings.
"The two videos are similar, except I'm getting chest compressions while being unconscious on the bench and they carried Rich into the locker room," said Fischer, before adding about watching Monday's video: "Scary, goose bumps ..."
Everybody and his brother is producing a Top 10 list of the decade, but I have not run into one story (and I may be wrong) that included Jiri Fischer and the night many hockey fans will never forget.
Thank God Fischer is able to lead a somewhat normal life today, but just imagine the consequences if Fischer had not pulled through.
If he had passed away, I am sure it would have been a much bigger story, but as a fan of the game, I am so glad the results were of the positive kind.
from Gregg Krupa of the Detroit News,
These days, it seems, the hockey never stops. The Red Wings, just off the awesome disappointment of losing the seventh game of the Stanley Cup Finals, are engaged in work integral to their future.
It is obvious even from a distance that one of those supervising the earnest wanna-bes towers over everyone else. It is a vision of what might have been: a huge defenseman, gliding easily along the ice with purpose and poise. His overwhelming size and evident self-possession set him apart from the rest.
But Jiri Fischer wears the gray sweats, this summer, at camps for prospects and youths—not a red-and-white jersey bearing the number “2.” And he skates with a whistle, not shoulder pads, around his neck.
from Helene St. James of the Detroit Free Press,
(Jiri) Fischer laughingly describes his job as a hockey season with no home games, where no day and no week is the same. He travels mostly within North America and relishes every moment he’s home in metro Detroit, where he and his wife are raising their 2-year-old son. The boy has become another example of how Fischer has changed.
“Before, I wanted to raise a hockey player,” he said. “Now I just want to raise a happy kid, a kid that I can be proud of. Priorities certainly have shifted from my career life. Sometimes, we get so career-focused and we let other things become important, and I believe it’s just not worth it in the end.”
Girls in the elevator: We are here to see Soundmurderer (see Detroit’s Electronic Music Festival).
Me: I am here for the Stanley Cup Finals.
A distinguished elderly woman in the elevator whispering (too loud) to her husband: That’s Gerry Fisher!
Girls: Who is Gerry Fisher?
Me: Some fighter.
Jiri Fischer looks at me and smiles.