We will begin airing grievances tomorrow.
OK, here’s my Ulf Samuelsson story. Or stories. I personally loved his habit of pushing an opponent’s helmet from behind, so it would cover his eyes.
It was also Ulf who checked a player into the glass, which then fell on top of Janet Gretzky, sending her to a hospital.
And Ulf always, always, walked around before a game completely naked. I’m not talking about in the lockerroom. But also in the hallway outside the room, and in the room across the hall where the players had a little snack buffet before games. He’d go in there before every game, buck naked, and come out with a sandwich and a cookie on top of the sandwich. Not a very pleasant sight.
Also, he was known for bringing the kids to the arena, and they’d play hockey or soccer in the hallway, or in the lockerroom, and it would always turn rough, and Ulf would proudly say, “The game’s not over until somebody cries.”
But here’s my fave story. I was Sports Illustrated’s correspondent on the Rangers. They had one in every NHL city, and they paid you a few bucks to contribute notes and things, and once in a while they’d ask you to canvas players for one of their player surveys.
This one in particular was: Who is the dirtiest player in the NHL. Naturally, I had to ask Ulf.
So I did. He looked at me like he was going to rip my heart out, then he smiled a tiny smile and said, “Can you vote for yourself?” That was the quote Sports Illustrated used.