I think it’s safe to say most guys have their father’s to thank for turning them into sports fans.  Before we could even put a sentence together, we were probably playing catch, kicking a soccer ball, and if you live where it’s cold enough, skating before we could walk. As we got older, and discovered the magical device called the TV, we also learned that the best thing on TV to watch was sports (and Baywatch). I grew playing soccer and street hockey, but when it came to watching the pro’s, it was pretty much only hockey. And while of course we cheered for the Flyers , we also rooted for Russian players around the league, because that’s where we came from. Bure , Mogilny , Federov , Kovalev , I loved to watch those guys. Lindros of course was (and is) my favorite hometown hero.  And being an elementary schooler in the mid-90’s, I had no idea where these arenas where, how the people in the crowd got there, or that it was even possible to go watch these players live. As my 10th birthday approached in November of ‘95, my dad came home with the big news. We had tickets to Mogilny , Bure , and the rest of the Canucks come to town to play the Flyers

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