The Fox’s Tail is a blog featuring the perspective from a girl working with a Junior A team in Toronto.
Everyone has experiences in their formative years that they carry with them throughout life. I was reminded of one of mine recently when I heard a track from Supertramp, Breakfast in America. I bought “The Very Best of Supertramp” on CD when I was 17 years old, working two jobs and dreaming my way out of Toronto. When I saw the post on Facebook today, it reminded me again.
While working at my internship position as a reporter with the local newspaper in my hometown borough of Toronto, I befriended the sports reporter, who would find me things to do when I finished my assignments for the news editor too quickly. (I write really fast, and to this day I still finish my work so fast I’m always wondering what I can do next.) One particular afternoon, Mike offered me a chance at something great. He said he’d sell me his Leafs tickets for the next night, made an excuse about having a dentist appointment, full knowing that my friend was on the visiting team. So, I called my dad, asked if he would want to buy the tickets and go to the game, and he said yes! I had a very strained relationship with my dad at the time, so it was pretty monumental that he wanted to spend time with me. Most people’s dads took them to their first NHL game when they were a little kid. Not me.
I had been to a pre-season game before, but never a regular season game, let alone with my dad. On the way downtown, I asked if we could listen to my new Supertramp CD. I bought it the day before, with the intent that whenever I heard Supertramp, I’d think of the awesome time I had at the Leafs game.
My neighbour, who was two years older than me and enjoying his rookie season with the visiting squad, was a nice guy. He had a younger brother who was playing Junior A on our local team, who we hung out with fairly frequently. It was definitely exciting, that someone I knew was REALLY in the NHL.
When my father and I arrived downtown the night of the game, he wanted to park in a lot up the hill from the ACC, next to a restaurant he likes, called Joe Badali’s on Front Street.
We were sitting way up in the nose bleeds, and I was wearing my sister’s jersey … with the team our neighbour played on. The visitors ended up winning that night, which was strange, since they stunk and the Leafs were actually good at the time. People were chirping my choice of jersey, but I didn’t care.
In the years since, I have been to see him play a few more times, in other cities, and I’ve been to see other teams in other rinks. But I’ll always think of my very first time going to a Leafs game with my dad whenever I hear anything by Supertramp.
Hope all you beauties have similar fond memories of your first-ever NHL game!
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