How I became a Ranger fan.
OK, this might be geared more about myself and won’t really get the hockey juices flowing much but I find it interesting reading about fellow Boneheads and their experiences with the NY Rangers, so here is mine.
I grew up—OK I never really grew up—but was raised in upstate NY, 3 1/2 hours away from NYC. And in the little village where I grew up, not many people had any kind of interest in hockey. Pretty sure if my family did live near or in the city we wouldn’t have been going to any hockey games. Can’t really remember any of my elders watching any kind of sports on TV saying anything about driving to a ball park or hockey arena. So I am not sure where I get it from, but I remember sitting down in front of the television on Saturdays and Sundays at a very early age and watching any kind of football I could find on the few channels we received.
I was a huge football fan, pro, college, high school; became a pretty big NY JETS fan but you know that’s another story. So how did this hardcore football fan turn to hockey you might ask?? Well I got married moved out of the sticks to a area of more opportunity, and had two wonderful kids.
And that’s how it happened. My son when he was about 6 or 7 years old took a liking to hockey. I didn’t know the first thing about hockey. But there just so happened to be a AHL team in town called the Binghamton Rangers so we went to a game. And then we went to a few more and more, so much that my son, one trip, was upset because he was tired of going to hockey games.
This is when Zubov, Fiorentino, Ken Gernander, Kovalev played in Binghamton. So that was it, I was hockey hooked, and obviously also started watching the big boys on MSG. I climbed on the wagon at a good time because soon after the ‘93-94 season rolls around NY was celebrating. And even though I enjoyed it, I didn’t really know what it took to win a STANLEY CUP.
Well here it is 18 some years later, a diehard RANGER fan, and I am coming to know what it takes to win Lord Stanley’s Cup. I guess when I said back in ‘94 that I would probably be an old man before they win another Cup might be right. So far I have three grandchildren, not saying I’m a old man but … things are also looking better regarding that Stanley Cup.
Looking forward to this season. Isn’t it so much nicer watching the boys having a winning season? Not sure how I will react if they actually go farther than they have recently. Another one of my statements lately is WHEN they do win the Cup I will be coming to NYC for the ticker tape parade. I remember watching it in ‘94, and thought the next time I WILL BE THERE.
So lets hope this country boy can find the city real soon. Thank you all of my fellow Boneheads and Carp for letting me tell you my story. And thanks to my son for introducing me to the best sport in the world.