Hi everyone! It really is no secret that professional athletes are a cocky bunch. For generations now, professional athletes have had trouble keeping feet out of mouths. Once upon a time, comments were published in newspapers, and that was pretty much it, but as time went on snarky comments became commonplace. If not for idiotic comments, Twitter probably would have died a long time ago. Of course, back in the late 1960s, newspapers were where players heard about what their opponents said about them. Everyone has heard stories of coaches placing nasty articles in dressing rooms hoping to anger and inspire the troops. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

In the November 13, 1968 Long Beach Press-Telegram, L.A. Kings’ goaltender Gerry Desjardins was none too impressed with the play of the Seals, and he wasn’t shy about sharing his thoughts on the subject, labelling his opponents “mediocre” among other insults. Sometimes these kinds of comments light a fire under a team, but in this case, the Seals didn’t beat L.A. until late March. The Seals-Kings rivalry never quite reached the same fever pitch of Boston vs Montreal or Detroit vs Colorado, but in 1968-69, the clubs engaged in a sometimes vicious battle for California hockey supremacy, culminating in a closely-fought 7-game playoff series. So, in the end Desjardins got away with his comments, although he would eventually end up in Oakland three years later after the Seals had sunk to the bottom of the West Division. Hmm… maybe he didn’t get away with it… Then again, he did end up in Chicago a few weeks later without having played even one game for Oakland, so I guess he did get away with it. Good for him for turning away the fickle finger of fate, and avoiding any repercussions for flapping his gums. After all, defying the odds is never an easy task. You can read all about when Desjardins threw down the gauntlet right here.

Have a great weekend, everybody! Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone!

July 15, 1976. Forty-seven years ago, newspapers across North America reported that the California Golden Seals were going to move to Cleveland. It was a day Seals fans had expected for many years, yet it came rather suddenly. After all, 1975-76 had been arguably the Seals’ best season, although many would argue that in 1969, when they finished second in the West Division and took the L.A. Kings to seven games, this was in fact their best season. The difference between those two seasons, however, was that the 1969 Seals were a team that was successful because its veterans all had career years. Guys like Ted Hampson, Bill Hicke, Earl Ingarfield, and others were growing long in the tooth, but were very productive. In 1976, however, the team was young, and the sky seemed the limit. Most of the team’s core was no more than 25-26 years old. This was quite simply the team of the future, the team that was going to finally take the Seals to the promised land. Fans came out in record numbers (a record in Oakland, that is…). The Seals finally had a responsible owner who had grand plans for the brand new arena that was going to knock the hockey world’s socks off. And just like that, it all went up in a puff of smoke. I’ve posted a new article about the devastating announcement, which you can read in the articles section here.

Normally, this is the time when I announce new inductees to the Seals Hall of Fame, but this year I decided not to do so. You may have noticed that I didn’t open up a vote this time around. I felt that the Hall of Fame had reached the point where if we continued to add more members it would begin to lose its lustre. After all, the Seals and Barons, if you count both NHL and WHL played for just 17 years, and so there is a finite number of suitable candidates for the Hall. The Hall is, of course, reserved for the franchise’s very best: players and other members of the team who were key figures in the franchise’s history. Many of the HOF candidates who are left have been up for election for many years and have fallen short every time. If baseball can officially eliminate a HOF candidate who doesn’t get the minimum number of votes, I feel the Seals Hall should do the same. Not everyone can be a member of the Hall of Fame, unfortunately, and while it may be unfair that guys like Curtis Joseph, Rod Brind’Amour, Keith Tkachuk, Dave Taylor, Bernie Nicholls, Peter Bondra, Pavel Datsyuk, and others are not in the Hockey Hall of Fame, the line between great and very good has to be drawn somewhere. I don’t want to rule out future inductions to the HOF, but for now the decision stands.

Hope everyone has a great weekend, and that you will all be back for another update next week! Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! How’s it going, folks? Well, once again the Stanley Cup has been awarded, and once again a couple of dozen players are going to have the greatest summer of their lives. Ah, to be young, and a Stanley Cup champion… if only we could all experience that moment just once, but alas, it is not meant to be. After all, if we could all be winners all the time, it wouldn’t be very special. That said, we all experience special moments in our lives, and while they may not be on the same level as winning a Stanley Cup, holding your newborn baby in your arms, or flying a fighter jet, it’s important to savour those moments, because you never know if you will get to experience them again. Whoa! There I go getting all philosophical. I should probably segue to this week’s new Seals article.

This time, we’re going back to November 1973, just shortly after Garry Young’s dismissal as coach and general manager. Fred Glover is now behind the bench, but things ain’t going so well, but what else is new in Oakland. The Seals are in Buffalo, after having lost seven straight away from home. In fact, the Seals haven’t won a road game all season long. On this night, however, Gilles Meloche and his defense mates play a perfect game, and take a 2-0 decision. Hopefully, the team took the opportunity to savour the victory, because it would be the last one they would pick up away from home until the final month of the season. You can read all about the Seals’ big win right here.

The NHL draft is over, and the best free agents have all been signed, so that means you’ve got the rest of the summer to enjoy other endeavours. Hopefully, you can take advantage of the warm summer weather, and enjoy a cold one on the porch. Like the Seals did in the late evening of November 19, 1973, savour the small moments.

Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! This week, I want to write about those times where we’ve felt something was not quite right. Not necessarily with ourselves. Not necessarily with everyone around us either. In those moments, it just feels like you don’t belong. I had that bizarre feeling last week when I attended a local book fair. I had had my hopes up that could sell a few copies, and maybe connect with a few people who would become subscribers to this site, but alas, it was not meant to be. I had a sinking feeling when I started seeing the other authors set up their goods at their respective tables. I had a look around the room, and all I could see was poetry, novels, and plenty of other things that had absolutely nothing to do with sports or history. And that’s when I knew I was in the wrong place. And that there were still another four hours and fifty-five minutes to this five-hour fair. I learned a valuable lesson last weekend, which is to know your audience, and to follow it. People who are looking to buy poems and mystery novels are not interested in hockey, and even less interested in parting with their money to support your hockey-writing career. The day wasn’t a complete bust, however, as one out-of-town publisher was offloading many of his poetry books for free, so I took a couple in the hopes it could rekindle my old university interest in this art. And someone put the event’s free food on the table right next to mine, so I had my fair share of chocolate brownies that afternoon. All in all, I can’t complain.

Mike Laughton might have felt out of place from time to time too. After all, before graduating to the NHL he had once been a figure skater, and even wore figure skates during hockey games. We all know, of course, that the Seals also felt out of place just about every time they stepped onto the ice during the Charlie Finley years. Laughton, the actual figure skater, was not around when the Seals introduced their white skates, which fans and media members often said made them look like figure skaters. This week’s new article comes from December 1967, after Laughton had only played about 15 games with the Seals, but already he was making an impact with his new club. This Spence Conley piece is all about Laughton’s other athletic skill and how he chose hockey over a promising figure-skating career.

Hope you all have a great weekend! Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! It’s been another interesting week up here in the Nation’s Capital. For one thing, we were under a blanket of polluted air for a few days, something I don’t recall ever happening here before. You see, there were some forest fires raging to the West of us, so whenever the wind blew in the wrong direction it smelled as though we were camping in our kitchen. No matter where you went, it smelled like a campfire, which in itself was not so bad, but the fact that the air quality was so bad the provincial government recommended we stay indoors for two full days. Our kids had to look outside their classroom windows at the play structures in the school yard and pine for the good old days of last week when they could breathe outside. It was a very surreal couple of days. I like watching tv shows and movies about post-apocalyptic wastelands, so waking up to a hazy-looking, off-colour sky, and being told to mask up again (N95 masks to boot, not the fun “Big Lebowski” and “Scooby Doo” cloth masks we wore for the better part of two years) just felt weird. Thankfully, things are a bit better now, but the fires are still burning in some areas, and I just hope things get back to normal soon before too much damage is done.

Now that I’ve bored you enough with personal details, let’s get to this week’s update. I’ve added a new article from the very early days of the NHL Seals. Game three of their history, to be exact, a 2-2 draw versus the L.A. Kings. It wasn’t a pretty game for the Seals, who were described as being “stiffer than steel,” but a point was a point, and they all count in the standings. The Seals were playing pretty well at this point entering the game a perfect 2-0, but after this third straight game without a loss, the season (and the team’s future) would go downhill and fast. I call it a transition game between the very brief period when the Seals were winners, and the extremely long period when they were known as the NHL most lovable losers. Things would truly never be the same after this game. You can read all about it right here.

On a closing note, I’d like to remind you, in case you’ve forgotten, that I will be appearing at the Ottawa Small Press Book Fair, next Saturday, June 17. The event, basically a great place to meet with local writers (both authors and poets) and to buy their work, will take place from 11am-5pm in room 203 of the Jack Purcell Community Centre (on Elgin St. at 320 Jack Purcell Lane). If you’re in the Ottawa area that day, you should come by.

Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! Growing up as a Montreal Canadiens fan in the late 1980s and 1990s, there were a few hockey players that always seemed to get the better of my team. In the first few years that I started watching hockey with my Dad, it always seemed that when the Boston Bruins made an appearance on our TV, Cam Neely was always front and center scoring big goals. Andy Moog was also particularly effective against the Habs. I remember very, very well how one time a Montreal player took a shot at an open net with just seconds left on the clock, and Moog, unable to even see what was going on, just fell backwards with his right pad stretched out onto the ice, and blocked that tying goal from ever happening. A few years later, after Montreal had traded John Leclair to Philadelphia, I swear that dude averaged at least two goals a game against Montreal the first five years afterward. It was ridiculous how many goals that guy managed against his former team.

Some players are just thorns in the side of one particular team. No one really knows why. There are just certain teams that are susceptible to being victimized by one particular player. Sometimes it is a superstar, sometimes it is a plugger. In the case of the St. Louis Blues of the late 1970s, Dennis Maruk was that proverbial thorn. Some of his finest moments in a Seals or Barons uniform were in games against St. Louis, and February 28, 1977 was one such example. Poor Emile Francis, then coach of the Blues, both wanted to praise Maruk and smack him across the face, because the Barons’ little buzz saw skated rings around his troops. You can read all about Maruk’s big night right here.

Hope you all enjoy the Stanley Cup final starting up this weekend! Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! These kinds of posts are unfortunately becoming more and more common as another member of the Seals family has passed away. “Marvelous” Marv Edwards played for the Seals from 1972 to 1974, and provided the team with solid back-up goaltending behind incumbent Gilles Meloche. I met Marv back in 2017 just before the release of my book on the Seals. The late Dr. Gene Willis had asked me to attend a special event he was organizing to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the Seals, for that I will always be grateful. It was my first public appearance as a professional writer, and I was nervous as hell. Edwards, Reggie Leach, Wayne King, and Joey Johnston had all made it out to make the Toronto event very special, and they were all great guys. I’ll never forget that wonderful weekend, and the fact I got to shake hands and speak with some former big league players. I’m normally a pretty shy person, and I don’t go looking to hob-nob with celebrities, but on this night I was thrust into the spotlight and got to exchange a few words with four former Seals, and I saw how much they are just regular guys.

Marv Edwards was the first player introduced that evening, and he stepped up to the podium to say a few words. At 82 years old, he was still quick with a quip, and very comfortable speaking to a crowd. He wasn’t expected to speak to the crowd though. He was just there to answer a few questions from the crowd, shake a few hands, and sign a few autographs, but he wanted to take this opportunity to thank his wife of 60 years for supporting him unconditionally throughout his long hockey journey. He said that together they had lived in, if you can believe it, 28 different cities over the years, and as he thanked her for her love and support you could see how touched she was. After the Q&A session came to an end, we watched a segment of Mark Greczmiel’s documentary on the Seals, the guys put on some replica Seals jerseys and posed for some photos. I gave Marv a copy of my book and I asked him to autograph my personal copy and a custom hockey card, which I still have to this day. I don’t know if he ever got around to reading my book, but I’m glad I at least got to thank him for coming out to what was an unforgettable evening.

Marv Edwards with event organizer Dr. Gene Willis

From left to right: Wayne King, Joey Johnston, Marv Edwards, and Reggie Leach

To honour Marv Edwards, I’ve posted an Oakland Tribune article from November 10, 1972, the day after Edwards posted his one and only shutout as a member of the Seals: a 0-0 tie versus the Buffalo Sabres. Somehow, Edwards and the Seals managed to keep the great French Connection Line off the scoreboard, something very few teams were able to do at that time. You can read all about Edwards’ big moment in the sun here. You may also want to check out a wonderful article written by Dave Stubbs, which goes over some of the highlights of Marv Edwards’ NHL career. The article can be found on NHL.com. R.I.P. Marv.

Until next time, stay gold!

Hi everyone! It’s mid-May, and the NHL is down to its final four playoff teams, so you know what that means: Happy Leafs Elimination Day! That’s right, it’s that time once again, the happiest of happy days that the NHL and its fans see but once a year. Actually, to be fair, Leafs Elimination Day was last week, but since we were mourning the passing of former Seals coach Vic Stasiuk, I felt it would be inappropriate to be in a celebratory mood, and I wanted to show Stasiuk the proper respect.

Hockey is all about tradition. Perhaps the only other sport that embraces its past as much as hockey is baseball. Hockey’s past, however, still holds a bit of mystery due to the fact it was never covered as closely as the great American pastime. So it just that much more important that we, as hockey fans, continue to celebrate the game, and not let traditions fade away. If any of that makes any sense to you, then congratulations for following along. I think I may have gotten lost somewhere along the way myself.

Today we’re celebratin’ in style because it is time to party like it’s 1968! Ah, Leafs Elimination Day… it’s a lot like Easter only instead of sacrificing eating meat for forty days or so before the big day, Leafs Elimination Day comes first followed by the Leafs sacrificing about forty days worth of playoff games! Thank you folks, I’ll be here all week!

Alright, so now that we got that little bit of business out of the way, let’s get back to how the Seals can help us celebrate the big day. Today we’re going back to January 23, 1970. The Seals and the Leafs are both fighting tooth and nail in their respective divisions to grab hold of a playoff spot, and things ain’t looking so good for either team. Earl Ingarfield, who was enjoying a marvellous season up to that point, recorded his second hat trick of the season in helping the Seals score a 6-3 victory. You can find Spence Conley’s write-up of this very spirited game right here.

That’s about it for this week. I hope you all enjoy the rest of the playoffs. From what we all saw in game one of the Eastern Conference final, it is shaping up to be an interesting final few weeks of the season. Until next time, stay gold!

As you may have already heard, another member of the Seals is gone. Vic Stasiuk passed away on May 7 at the age of 93. Stasiuk became coach of the Seals in game four of the 1971-72 season after the team had started 0-1-2 under Fred Glover. The team showed remarkable improvement under Stasiuk and challenged for a playoff spot most of the season. A late-season tailspin destroyed the team’s chances, but the team’s future looked bright. Had it not been for the WHA that came along and signed most of the Seals’ top talent, the team might have continued to grow into a Stanley Cup contender, but of course that never happened. Shortly after the 1971-72 season, Stasiuk was fired and ended up coaching the Vancouver Canucks.

Before becoming a NHL coach, Stasiuk was one of the best players in the NHL. While in Boston, Stasiuk, who was of Ukrainian decent, was part of the famed Uke Line with Johnny Bucyk and Bronco Horvath. From 1956 to 1960, Stasiuk scored at least twenty goals each year, including a career-high 29 (and 68 points) in the last of those four seasons. He was traded to Detroit the following year where he played the final two and a half years of his career. Earlier in his career he had a previous stint with Detroit as well as 38 games with the Black Hawks.

After retiring, he became the second head coach of the Philadelphia Flyers, a job he held for two years before giving way to the legendary Fred Shero.

While Stasiuk wasn’t the most successful coach in Seals history, his one year behind the bench was memorable for many reasons. The team was loaded with young talent, and at times, the Seals were exciting and gave their fans hope for the future. In this week’s article, we go back to October 24, 1971, the night Stasiuk won his first game as coach of the Seals. After a horrendous 0-5-2 home stand, the Seals went on the road, and on their first stop, Detroit, they finally put a “1” in the win column. You can read all about the big night here.

Until next time, stay gold.

Hi everyone! I hope everyone has had a great week and is enjoying the spring weather. Hopefully, in your neck of the woods, the sun is shining just a little more and the air is feeling just a tad fresher. This afternoon, I had the good fortune to partake in a game of road shinny with my son, his friends, and their dads, and my 44-year-old body could not have been more winded. It felt great though to get out and slap that tennis ball around the court, even with the short left-handed stick I was forced to use (long story…). I’m sure we will both be sleeping well tonight. We were also able to take advantage of the nice weather and have ourselves a little backyard barbecue with cupcakes for dessert (did you know that Uber Eats even delivers desserts to your door? How I love living in 2023!)

This week, however, we’re going back to the usually dreary month of November, the 26th day to be exact, and the Minnesota North Stars are in Oakland to take on the Seals. The Stars are off to a terrific 14-4-3 start, while the Seals, after a horrendous 0-5-2 start, have since gone 7-7-1 and have vaulted back into the playoff picture. On this night, it would be Gump Worsley vs Gilles Meloche, the oldest goaltender in the league against one of the youngest, and it would be the maskless wonder Worsley who would come out on top despite the Seals’ best efforts to break him. You can find the article about this game right here.

In case anyone is planning on being in the Ottawa area on Saturday June 17th, I will be attending the Ottawa Small Press Book Fair from noon to 5pm, and selling both of my books (and other goodies!). Autographs are free, if you possibly want one of these so you can get that extra nickel selling used copies of my books on eBay. Win-win! You can find out about the fair right here.

In closing, I hope you are all enjoying this year’s Stanley Cup playoffs, and if you haven’t had the chance to catch a game so far, do yourself a favor and take in a contest. Until next time, stay gold!