And all you other mother’s out there. May 10, 1970. A fan sitting behind the Blues’ goal is holding a sign that says “Happy Mother’s Day Mrs. Orr.” Bobby’s mother had traveled to Boston from her home in Canada for this game. Bobby did not disappoint. Forty seconds into sudden death overtime, Orr takes a pass from Derek Sanderson and knocks in the game-winner winner chicken dinner. Just after he shoots, Noel Picard hooks Orr’s skate and Orr goes airborne. He scored his famous high flying, electrifying, death defying goal in overtime on Mother’s Day to win the 1970 Stanley Cup. I am, I am Superman. And I can do anything.
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! Hockey Talk. No Blue, no Devils talk. No supporting the team. Although Martim Brodeur may be the best goalie there’s ever been. The best we’ve ever seen. Better than Orson Bean. But no. I watched some highlights today. Some hockey hiyghlights today. Some Big Bad Bruins hockey highlights today. I watched the Big Bad Bruins stick it to the Philadelphia Flyers. Stuck it to ‘em real good like. The Big Bad Bruins stuck it to the Philadelphia Flyers in overtime. Good old fashioned hockey. Bobby Clarke hockey. Even wore the throwbacks. Whenever I see those old Bruin Uni’s I think of one thing and one thing only. That music. You know the music. New York, London, Paris, Munich. Everybody talk about, pop musik. That channel 38 music. It kind of goes a little something like this:
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