Editor’s note: My father was one of the fans on the ice two Friday’s ago, as our family celebrates 50 years worth of season tickets. My dad, who was in the building for Game 7 in 94, elected to write on the experience from the perspective of someone who was both there and old enough to remember. Enjoy.
That Friday transported me back 25 years. I was 35 years old again with three small children and a fanatical ranger fan. I remember the day like it was yesterday. I couldn’t function all day at work; all that mattered was the game.