Bobby Orr shoots and scores! The most prolific scoring defensemen in National Hockey League history was admired by thousands of young boys in the 1970’s and I was one of them.
Orr played for the Boston Bruins and it was rare to see him on television because in those days the only time games were televised were on Saturday nights, or during the playoffs. So, I turned to radio to listen to Bruins’ games. Sometimes the games would penetrate the winter air with wonderful clarity, while other evenings the signal would fade in and out, but I would stick with it, hoping the next time the announcer’s voice could be heard would bring good news of a goal by Orr.
These experiences did two things in helping shape my future. It made me a life long Boston Bruins fan and it inspired me to pursue a career in sports journalism. My broadcasting career lasted 13 years and included covering both news and sports, and in 2011 I celebrated the Boston Bruins first Stanley Cup Championship in almost 40 years.
So where am I going with this story? Back to Bobby Orr and a recent vacation my son and I had in Boston. I had visited this great city once before when I celebrated my 40th birthday with some college friends, but my son had never been there.
We were celebrating his completion of his Masters in Mathematics Degree, and while he is not a hockey fan, he has a deep love for the sport of football. We are both New England Patriots fans, and therefore a trip to Boston where we could catch a Patriots game, a Red Sox baseball game, a trip to the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and a visit to Bobby Orr’s statue outside the Boston Garden, was planned.
It was a great vacation. Boston is such a historic city, and our visit came only a few months after the tragic Boston Marathon bombing. The aftermath of the horrific terrorist act had resulted in a tremendous surge in civic pride among Bostonians and the nervous but strong pulse in the community was palpable.
We were at Fenway Park the night the Red Sox clinched the American League East title with a win over the Blue Jays. We bought the tickets for $25 from a scalper, capping a great evening that started at Boston’s most famous bar, Cheers, where we had a great dinner.
The following day we spent a few hours at the Kennedy Museum, learning more about the life and politics of the United States’ 35th President. The special presentation on the Cuban Missile crisis was fascinating, particularly listening to the recorded conversations of President Kennedy and his must trusted aides as the world moved closer to a nuclear conflict between the Americans and the Soviets.
Later in the day, we parted ways with my son visiting the Boston Science Museum, where he could get a fix of how Math links to scientific innovation and research, while I stopped by the Boston Garden. It was early September, so the Bruins weren’t playing, but I was more interested in snapping a picture with the statue of my childhood hero.
The statue depicts Orr’s Stanley Cup winning goal of May 10, 1970 when he flies through the air after scoring. It is arguably the most famous picture in sports history.
We capped the trip with the football game, and while the game itself was actually dull, the trip to get to the stadium was memorable. Let’s just say the public transit system to get to Gillette Stadium in Foxboro, located about 50 kilometres South of Boston, has a lot to be desired. Think of taking a train ride through a bush lot travelling no more than 20 kilometres an hour for much of the trip, and you have a picture of what it was like to get to the game.
Simply put, the Patriots are using a once abandoned freight line to provide some form of public transit to a football stadium built in the middle of nowhere! We had been warned about this before going to Boston, but you really have to experience it, to believe how inefficient the transit system is.
If you’ve been to a Patriots game and used the so called “Patriots Train,” I’d love to hear your opinion on your experience?
In the end, it was a great vacation! There is something very special about a father-son sports weekend, mixed in with some history lessons, great conversation and New England Clam Chowder.