Great stories, all.
I can trace the roots of my fandom back to the late 1980's. I remember my older brother got to go to these things called hockey games, and I was curious. I came around to learning about the players, and that the Pens had this amazing talent named Mario Lemieux. I vaguely recall going to one of his first games back from that bone disease he had during the 1990-91 season and doing a poor job of making a sign welcoming his return.
I also vaguely remember the first cup run, watching Game 6 against the Northstars at my neighbor's house. I would have been about 9. It wouldn't be until the following year that my Pens fandom was forever cemented. I followed them throughout the year, saddened by the loss of Badger Bob Johnson (though it wouldn't be until recently that I learned they called him "Badger" because he was from Wisconsin and coached Badger hockey team
). I don't know why, but I remember getting exorbitantly excited during the 1992 playoffs. In my 10-year old brain, I never doubted that they would come back and beat (you guessed it!) the Capitals. (Sorry, Barbs.) I followed those playoffs ferociously, hating Adam Graves for breaking Mario's hand, and feeling immense glee when they beat the Rags and stormed through the rest of the playoffs.
I was lucky to have an uncle (who, alas, is no longer with us) that had Pens season tickets at the time. I still remember his seats at the old Igloo. Section C26, Row E, Seats 9 and 10. Sensing my budding interest in hockey, he took me to Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Final against the Hawks. It's the slightest bit bittersweet because I doubt I'll ever attend a sporting event that exciting again. If you recall, the game started poorly for the Pens, as they found themselves down 4-1. But being a budding optimist, I never doubted they would come back. My 10-year-old brain thought "Ed Belfour will get tired of making all of these saves." (I was 10 dammit!
). But lo and behold, they did! I can still feel the energy of that place when Jagr (who's still playing!) beat 4 hawks to score the incredible tying goal.
With the score tied at 4 and time ticking down, I actually was hoping for OT. They had gone into OT against the Bruins in the previous series, but my dad sent me to bed, knowing that OT could take all night. Being at the game, I knew we'd never leave until it was over, and OT would mean staying up way past my bedtime
But then Mario Lemieux sent me to bed with that spectacular goal off of Larry Murphy's pass. The crowd blew the roof off the Igloo.
I had a blast watching the Pens take the next three. I had the wherewithal to tape Game 4 and even years later I would break that tape out from time to time to see childhood heroes win it all. I've been a rabid fan ever since, through the ups and downs, Lemieux's injuries and cancer, his return from the same, the thrilling, rat-infested near miss against Florida in 1996, "Dying Alive," routinely beating the Caps, Lemieux's glorious return from retirement, Darius Kasparitis in Game 7, the Rico Fata era, the lockout, the Crosby lottery and the return to the glory days. Going back to the OT theme, I couldn't fall asleep during the 4 OT thriller against the Caps where Nedved scored the winner. That was one of the first times I stayed up until 2:00 a.m. Of course, I nodded off minutes before the goal, but I got the good news as soon as I woke up. I'm hardly an athlete, but my brother and I would play street hockey in front of our house, Wayne's World style. I was addicted to NHL Hockey on Sega Genesis. The playoffs became like a second Christmas season for me. I wore out the VHS Tapes from the 1991 and 1992 Cup Runs (and began to wonder if I would ever add to the collection. Patience paid off here.)
My uncle's season tickets helped cement it into place. I went countless games. I fully admit to being a spoiled hockey fan as a Pens fan. I got to see up close the brilliance of Lemieux, Jagr, Ron Francis, Kevin Stevens, Rico Fata, Francois Leroux (some of these are not like the others.) Alas, my uncle stopped getting tickets when the prices went up and the team started to decline in the early 2000's, and I would never get such easy access to games again. But no matter, I still follow in whatever ways I can. Getting to see Crosby, Malkin and these great teams not too long after the Lemieux and Jagr era is an embarrassment of riches, for sure.
Many thanks to the great game of hockey.