Today is the anniversary of some event. I know it's not my wedding anniversary because my wife has not thrown me out. I know it isn't my son's birthday because he has not come up to me asking for his gifts. I know it's not Christmas because we don't have a tree up. Gees, I wonder what it could be? Oh yes, the Stanley Cup came a-visiting.
I remember it has something to do with Lanny McDonald. He did something on this day. Didn't he score some significant goal? It was the last goal Lanny would ever score. Fans believed it would be the last game he would ever play. What a way to go out.
The game clock couldn't go fast enough in the third period. I was sweating bullets. Then Doug Gilmour scores by batting the puck between Roy's pads, otherwise known as the five-hole, to make it 3-1.
Then the worst non-call ever, I thought. Claude Lemieux had run over Vernon and there was no call. I was flabbergasted, waving my hands and calling the refs every name in the book. I might have needed some blood pressure pills.
Then Gilmour scored the empty net goal. I could finally breathe. We were finally the Stanley cup champions. Cheers for the memories.
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