oil king

Wayne To Go: The 2024 Edmonton Oilers take to the ice tonight seeking to wrap up their first-round playoff series with the Los Angeles Kings, which is reason enough to visit with Wayne Gretzky in February of 1983 when Edmonton stopped at the Montreal Forum to play the Canadiens. Edmonton lost by a score of 2-4 that night, sorry to say, with Gretzky scoring both of his team’s goals, as confirmed by referee Bryan Lewis. Rick Wamsley was Montreal’s goaltender that night; the goals were  Gretzky’s 47th and 48th goals of the year. He finished with 71 in the regular season, scoring another 12 in the playoffs as the Oilers made it to the Finals, where they succumbed to the New York Islanders. (Image: Denis Courville, Fonds La Presse, BAnQ Vieux-Montréal)

wane check

Ranger Recessional: Wayne Gretzky played his last NHL game 25 years ago today, bowing out as his New York Rangers fell 2-1 to the visiting Pittsburgh Penguins on this date in 1999. The 38-year-old centre played 22 minutes and 30 seconds that Sunday afternoon, leaving the ice on a shift-change at the at 5:55 p.m. EST, just before Pittsburgh’s Jaromir Jagr put a definitive end to Gretzky’s career with an overtime goal. The Rangers had failed, for the second consecutive season, to make the playoffs, so that’s all he wrote. Gretzky registered two shots on that final afternoon, and assisted on Brian Leetch’s second-period goal. The Madison Square Garden crowd of 18,200 gave number 99 a 15-minute ovation before he skated into retirement. “This is a great game, but it’s a hard game,” he told reporters. “Time does something to you, and it’s time.”

in politics and hockey, you fight, you battle, you drive

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It was 1983, another March in Montreal, and Brian Mulroney, who was 43 and the president of the Iron Ore Company of Canada, rallied a crowd of 4,000 at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel. He was not yet a politician, but he was getting there, as everybody at this raucous “Friends of Brian Mulroney” event understood, including a 34-year-old Bobby Orr, who showed up to pledge his support.

#4 On The Floor: Bobby Orr greets the Friends of Brian Mulroney at Montreal’s Queen Elizabeth Hotel in March of 1983.

Within three months, Mulroney would be elected leader of the Progressive Conservative Party. By the fall of 1984, he was Canada’s 18th prime minister, an office he held until 1993.

The Main Event: Brian and Mila Mulroney greet the crowd in March, 1983.

Mulroney died on February 29 at the age of 84. His state funeral took place yesterday at Montreal’s Notre-Dame Basilica, a 20-minute walk from the scene of that ’83 political pre-launch. The hockey superstar on duty this time was Wayne Gretzky, who was 22 that year, and still a year away from winning his first Stanley Cup with the Edmonton Oilers. He won three more while Mulroney was in office, forming a friendship with the former prime minister over the years.

“We’re such a proud country,” Gretzky said in his remarks yesterday, which you can watch below, “and I relate everything to hockey. In politics and hockey, you fight, you battle, you drive. I’m so proud to be Canadian today, to see past prime ministers here, the current prime minister, that’s what our country is all about: coming together, being friendly, helping other people and paying respects. And Mr. Mulroney was one of the greatest prime ministers we’ve ever had.”

 

the crying game

Campbell 1955 riot

“There Was Always Crying in Sports,” the New York Times clarified in the headline of a front-page story earlier this month, “The Kelces Made It Cool.”

This was in response, of course, to the retirement of Jason Kelce after 13 seasons of snapping footballs and blocking rival colossi on behalf of the NFL’s Philadelphia Eagles, which he announced at a press conference. Other than Kelce’s illustrious career (and, I guess, as ever, his brother Travis’ girlfriend, Taylor Swift), the news of the day was that he (and Travis, too) cried and cried and cried some more.

There were a lot of tears, apparently.

“Pro athletes have cried before, of course,” Scott Cacciola wrote in the Times. “But the Kelces seem to cry more voluminously and with greater frequency than their predecessors. … With their brand of vulnerability front and center, the message is clear: it is normal and healthy for men to cry.”

Sounds about right. Then again, hockey’s crying has been fairly voluminous and frequent for … well, a while now. Today, as it so happens, is the anniversary of what might be the cryingest day in hockey history. It’s a March 17 in Montreal from 69 years ago I’m thinking of here, although the tear gas probably had more to do with that than anything else.

Still, seems like as good a cue as any to review seven instances from hockey history when the tears flowed. So here goes:

Clarence Campbell (+ everybody else in the Montreal Forum), 1955

“I’ve seen lots of panics, but never anything like this,” NHL President Clarence Campbell said of the events of Thursday, March 17, 1955, when Montreal exploded in the wake of Campbell’s suspension of Canadiens’ superstar Maurice Richard. (More on those pyrotechnics here.)

Campbell probably should have stayed away from the Forum that St. Patrick’s Day, when the Canadiens were taking on the Detroit Red Wings, but he couldn’t be convinced to take a miss. He sat in his regular seat, next to his secretary, Phyllis King, who you can see flinching in the photograph at the top, though she’s mistaking named Smith in the caption there. She was 35 that year, which I only mention because she and Campbell, who was 50, got married later that same year, and took their honeymoon in Bermuda.

In March, in Montreal, Campbell was soon under fire from irate Canadiens’ fans, who pelted him with tomatoes and toe-rubbers. It was at the end of the first period that a fan tried to tackle him, after which someone else tossed what was described as “a U.S. Army type tear-gas bomb.” The game was suspended after that, as tearful fans poured out of the Forum, and mayhem ensued in the streets beyond. As the arena emptied, it’s worth recalled, the organist played “My Heart Cries For You,” which was a hit that very year for the American singer Guy Mitchell. “An unimportant quarrel was what we had,” is how some of the lyrics go, “We have to learn to live with the good and bad.”

Boom-Boom Geoffrion, 1961

It was on a Thursday of almost this date in 1961 that Bernie Geoffrion wept at the Forum, March 16, 1961, to be precise. Six years after the Richard Riot, Canadiens were on the ice playing the Toronto Maple Leafs when the Boomer became the second player in NHL history to score 50 goals. Jean Béliveau and Gilles Tremblay got the assists on that third-period marker as Montreal went on to win the game 5-2. Before they did, there was a pause to cheer Geoffrion’s achievement as he followed Maurice Richard (who had retired a year earlier) into the record books. (The Rocket’s 50 came in 1944-45.) Here’s Elmer Ferguson of the Montreal Star describing the damp aftermath of Geoffrion’s historic goal:

Exuberantly, the players on the ice and a few more who were moving in as replacements, had poured on the Boomer in gleeful red torrent, their congratulations so fervent that Geoffrion was knocked off his feet, and the horde of happy Habs fell over him.

They were pounding him on the back as he lay there, chose whose hands could reach him, they were tousling his hair and shouting their greetings. But at last, the Boomer struggled up, threw his arms around slim Gilles Tremblay, who had passed him the puck for a sizzling close-range shot that completely eluded Cesare Maniago in the Toronto nets, and sank deep into the twine behind him for Boomer’s goal No. 50, equalling the record set years back by Rocket Richard, and excelling any other such scoring total in modern times.

On his feet, the Boomer skated slowly to the boards in front of the Canadien bench. The big Forum was rocking with cheers. A rain of rubbers, a hat or two, programs, newspapers, were pouring on the ice, the tension-release of a delirious crowd. And the Boomer had tension, too. For, when he reached the fence, he dropped his head as it exhausted, and tears ran down his cheeks. The pent-up emotions that had been with him for 24 hours broke loose. And in the stands nearby the Boomer’s pretty wife, daughter of hockey’s immortal Howie Morenz, quietly shed tears too, tears of relief from strain.

Brad Park, 1972

Ah, the tumultuous days of early September of 1972, when Canada’s very future as a viable nation hung in the balance. The best of the NHL’s (healthy + non-WHA) hockey players were in a mortal struggle, you might recall, with their rivals from the Soviet Union, and it was not going well. On Friday, September 8, 1972, at Vancouver’s Pacific Coliseum, Canada lost by a score of 3-5, leaving the with a 1-2-1 record as they prepared to head for the Moscow ending of the eight-game series.

In 1973, John Robertson wrote a scathing retrospective in the Montreal Star of how the Canadian stars lost their poise in Vancouver. (To their credit, he allowed, they did recover to stage “one of the greatest comebacks in the history of any sport.”)

After losing Game No. 4 the entire team was awash in self-pity. Phil Esposito launched into a childish tantrum on television because the Vancouver fans booed the Canadian team. Bill Goldsworthy said he was ashamed to be a Canadian. Brad Park stood outside the dressing room with tears in his eyes, explaining how the players had sacrificed so much only to be turned upon by the ungrateful wretches who followed hockey in this country.

Dave Forbes, 1975

It “may have been the ugliest hockey game in the history of the Metropolitan Sports Centers.” That was Minneapolis Star Tribune writer John Gilbert reporting on a game in Bloomington, Minnesota, on the Saturday night of January 4, 1975, between the local North Stars and the visiting Boston Bruins. Ugliest of all in a bad-tempered 8-0 Bruins win was the incident that saw Boston’s Dave Forbes butt-end Henry Boucha from Minnesota in the face. Here’s Gilbert on what happened next:

Forbes jumped on top of Boucha, who was sprawled face-down in a widening pool of blood and continued punching in the most savage assault Met Center officials said they have ever witnessed.

Boucha was evacuated to Methodist Hospital, where he was treated (30 stitches) for extensive lacerations near his right eye. Doctors reported that there appeared to be no fractures and no threat to his vision.

Forbes called the hospital to apologize. NHL President Clarence Campbell subsequently suspended him for ten games. The Hennepin County attorney got in on the action, too, indicting Forbes on a charge of aggravated assault. It was the first time in the United States that an athlete had been charged with a crime for something that had happened during a game.

That July, at the trial, Boston coach Don Cherry was one of the witnesses called to testify. Part of the Associated Press report from the courtroom:

The Bruins coach testified that Forbes had tears in his eyes when he came to the Boston bench following the scrap with Boucha. “He said, ‘What have I done? What have I done?” said Cherry. “I put my arms around him and I said, ‘Let’s take it easy and go to the dressing room,’ Cherry told the court.

After reaching the dressing room, Cherry said all Forbes “wanted to do was go to see Henry. He (Forbes) had tears in his eyes and his face was white as a ghost.”

The trial ended with a hung jury and thereby, no decision: after deliberating for two days, the jurors reported that they were deadlocked at 9 to 3 in favour of convicting Forbes. The Hennepin County attorney did not seek a new trial.

Ed Giacomin, 1975

Goaltender Ed Giacomin was distraught in late October of 1975 when New York Rangers GM Emile Francis cast him onto the NHL’s waiver wire, from which the Detroit Red Wings hooked him. “Ten years with the club and they treat you like garbage. They throw you to the wolves. Why didn’t they let me go gracefully?”

The Rangers shed another goaltender when they pitched Giacomin, with Gilles Villemure departing for the Chicago Black Hawks as the Rangers went with a young John Davidson and Dunc Wilson as his back-up.

As for Giacomin, he got his first start for his new team a week later, when the Red Wings visited Madison Square Garden to play the Rangers. The home fans, 17,000 of them, came bearing signs calling for Francis to be traded. They hooted and hollered for Giacomin, booing their own Rangers all night long as the Red Wings surged to a 6-4 win. Here’s Parton Keese of the New York Times on the game’s emotional start:

Before the opening whistle, the goalie who had spent 10 years with New York, the only National Hockey League club he had ever played with, received a standing ovation. The yelling drowned out the National Anthem and reached a crescendo when the tears ran unabashedly down Giacomin’s face until he had to wipe them off with his hand.

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Bobby Orr, 1978

“I cried, didn’t I? Well, it’s not the first time I’ve cried about hockey.” Bobby Orr didn’t specify the other occasions, but it’s fair to say that none was sadder than the Wednesday in November of 1978 when a wonky left knee that surgeries could no longer restore led to hockey’s greatest defenceman announcing his retirement at the age of 30 from the NHL after playing just 26 games with the Chicago Black Hawks.

Orr took a job that season as an assistant to Chicago coach Bob Pulford. On a Tuesday night the following January he was back in Boston for another tearful day as the Bruins retired his number 4.

He was celebrated that day at the Massachusetts State House, Boston City Hall, and Boston Garden. “I’ve been crying all day,” Orr’s wife Peggy said. The Boston Globe seconded that emotion, with Steve Marantz reporting on efforts to honour “an athlete who seemed to transcend human limitation.”

“It was a day for reminiscing, for nostalgia, and for an anguished reflection that we’ve seen the best, and that everything after it can’t be enough.”

Orr himself told the Garden crowd, “I’ve spent ten years here, the best ten years of my life. And I’ve been thinking, ever since Harry Sinden called me to ask if they could retire the sweater tonight, how do I thank you? I’ve had tears in my eyes every time I’ve come back to Boston for three years, and I have tears in my eyes now.”

Wayne Gretzky, 1988

Is there is any hockey weeping more famous than Number 99’s in 1988? Not any that has a book named after it (see Stephen Brunt’s 2014 volume Gretzky’s Tears: Hockey, America and the Day Everything Changed).

The trade that sent the Great One from Peter Pocklington’s Edmonton Oilers to Bruce McNall’s Los Angeles Kings was, of course, a seismic shocker. “I’m disappointed leaving Edmonton,” Gretzky said that summer’s day at his Alberta press conference. “I really admire all the fans and respect everyone over the years but …” Then, as the Edmonton Journal reported, “Gretzky broke down and couldn’t continue with the formal part of the press gathering.”

But not everybody believed that the tears that Gretzky shed at his Edmonton press conference on August 9 were real. Pocklington, for one. “He’s a great actor,” the Oilers’ pitiless owner said. “I thought he pulled it off beautifully when he showed how upset he was.”

“Gretzky’s tears at the Edmonton press conference this week were not crocodile tears,” Lisa Fitterman insisted in Montreal’s Gazette in August of 1988. “He was genuinely upset at having to leave the Oilers.”

Gretzky himself responded later in August when he appeared as a guest of Jay Leno’s on The Tonight Show. He was no actor, he protested. “I was a guest on a soap opera [The Young and the Restless] in 1981, and obviously he never saw a tape of that,” Gretzky said.

Pocklington’s sneer, he added, “bothered me.”

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in the age of meech lake, charlottetown, free trade (and stanley cups)

Fan Base: Prime Minister Brian Mulroney (and son Mark) alongside Wayne Gretzky (and Stanley Cup ring) watch the Hull Olympiques beat the visiting Shawinigan Cataractes 11-3 in a QMJHL game in September of 1985. (Image: Fonds La Presse, BAnQ Vieux-Montréal)

Sorry to see the news this afternoon that Brian Mulroney has died at the age of 84. Canada’s 18th prime minister presided in the True North from 1984 to 1993, which makes him the last Canadian leader to reign over a homegrown Stanley Cup champion. It was in June of ’93, of course, that the Montreal Canadiens outlasted the Los Angeles Kings to win the Cup, just before Mulroney resigned as prime minister. Whatever you want to say about the Mulroney years, they were good ones for Canadian Cups: between Montreal (two), the Edmonton Oilers (four), and Calgary Flames (one), northern teams won championships in seven of the nine years he was in office in Ottawa. Pictured below, that’s Mulroney in January of 1985 with Phil Esposito at a Team Canada ’72 get-together in Toronto.

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knit pick

Club 99: Maybe in 1984 you just went for it: collected up a Mr. Big chocolate-bar wrapper, got your mum to write you a cheque for $8.50, sent it all in with your info to an Edmonton address, waited for word to come back on whether or not you’d made the cut as a member of The Wayne Gretzky Fan Club Inc. Just kidding: Wayne, who was 23 that year, was taking all (paying) comers, obviously. The benefits, once you were in? Pride of membership, of course. Plus the boasting you’d be doing to friends and family. There was loot headed your way from Wayne, too: as advertised, that included an “official” certificate of membership; a folder containing two colour photos of the man himself; an “action poster;” Wayne’s “personal biography;” and four newsletters a year. What more, really, could you ask for?

if tooth be told

Oiler Spoiler: A birthday today for Wayne Gretzky, who was born in 1961 in Brantford, Ontario, on a whole other Thursday of today’s date — which makes him 62. On this day in 1983, as he was turning 22, he and his Edmonton Oilers battled the Toronto Maple Leafs to a 6-6 tie at Edmonton’s Northlands Coliseum; Gretzky collected two goals and an assist. He was into his fifth NHL campaign that year, and would end the regular season with an astonishing 71 goals and 196 points. Then again, a year earlier, the Great One had notched 92 goals and 212 points. At some point in the weeks following the Toronto birthday game, Gretzky lost a tooth. Where and how isn’t clear, but the gappy smile he’s showing here dates to mid-February, when the Oilers were in Montreal, and teammate Kevin Lowe was lurking in the background. (Image: Fonds La Presse, BAnQ Vieux-Montréal)

canada’s captain clutch

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Marie-Philip Poulin is the winner of the Northern Star Award as Canada’s top athlete, so here’s a sustained flourish of a Bauer Vapor 1X Composite stick to her. The 31-year-old forward, who hails from Beauceville, Quebec, captained Canada to golden finishes this year at both the World Championships in Denmark and the Olympics in China.

The Northern Star is the former Lou Marsh Trophy, of course; the name change happened in November. Poulin is the tenth hockey player to win the award since its inception in 1936, and the first woman among those. She joins an august company: since Maurice Richard won it in 1957, the others have been Bobby Orr (’72), Phil Esposito (’70), Bobby Clarke (’75), Guy Lafleur (’77), Wayne Gretzky (’82, ’83, ’85, ’89), Mario Lemieux (’93), Sidney Crosby (’07, ’09), and Carey Price (’15).

northern lights

Canadian Content: Awarded to players on Canadian NHL teams accumulating the most three-star selection over the course of a season, the Molson Cup has a history going back to the early 1970s. It remains a going concern for the Montreal Canadiens (Nick Suzuki won the 2021-22 edition). The Vancouver Canucks maintain their own version of the award, too, now called, poetically, the Three Stars Award — J.T. Miller won it for 2021-22— but it seems as though the rest of the Canadian teams have let the tradition lapse in recent years. The winners, here, from 1982-83 are, clockwise from top left: Rick Vaive (Toronto), Lanny McDonald (Calgary), Mario Tremblay (Montreal), Thomas Gradin (Vancouver), Dale Hawerchuk (Winnipeg), and Wayne Gretzky (Edmonton).

a king, of sweden: would have played all day, if it were possible

Scandinvasion: A 1974 Swedish hocking magazine marks the export of Salming and Hammarström.

The August news of Börje Salming’s ALS diagnosis was devastating, and the update from his family, earlier this month, was dire: the disease has now robbed Salming, 71, of his ability to speak, and he’s having difficulty eating. “His illness is speeding along very fast,” his wife, Pia, told the Swedish newspaper Expressen. This week, the top men’s and women’s hockey leagues in Sweden announced that on the last weekend of November they will be dedicating Game Day #21 to raising money and awareness for Salming’s new ALS Foundation. Hall-of-Famer Nicklas Lidström is a member of foundation’s board, which you can find here. The ALS Society of Canada is here.

 A version of the following post was published in August at TVOntario’s TVO Today.

He was celebrated, in his on-ice heyday, as the best offensive defencemen of his generation not named Bobby Orr. Börje Salming was an efficient defender, too, a shot-blocking, tempo-setting, hard-to-daunt mainstay of the blueline. Majestic is a word that crops up in newspaper accounts dating to his long tenure with the Toronto Maple Leafs. And indeed, in the 1970s, his teammates dubbed him the King of Sweden.

When it comes to marshalling the accolades accorded Salming over the course of his 17-year NHL career, the challenge isn’t in finding a place to begin, it’s in making sure the catalogue encompasses the breadth of his achievement. Salming would, after all, become the first European-born NHLer to play 1,000 games in the league, and the first NHLer born and trained in Europe to be voted into the Hockey Hall of Fame. In late 2016, he was ranked the eighth best player in Leafs’ 100-year history.

None of which, of course, quite quantifies the grace with which he operated under pressure and, in the turbulent NHL of the 1970s, in the face of outright attack. It doesn’t really measure the trailblazing he did, either, for European players in the NHL, as he heralded a new skilled and stylish era for the league, and swept North American hockey into its modern age.

Beyond that legacy, Salming, now 71, remains a beloved Leaf three decades after he last played a game in the blue-and-white. It was in a statement released by the team on August 10 that Salming shared the news that he has been diagnosed with ALS, an incurable progressive disease of the nervous system also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease.

Salming’s diagnosis came after he’d begun experiencing symptoms earlier this year and consulted with doctors at Stockholm’s Karolinska Institutet.

“In an instant,” the former defenceman writes, “everything changed. I do not know how the days ahead will be, but I understand that there will be challenges greater than anything I have ever faced. I also recognize that there is no cure but there are numerous worldwide trials going on and there will be a cure one day. In the meantime, there are treatments available to slow the progression and my family and I will remain positive.”

“Since I started playing ice hockey as a little kid in Kiruna, and throughout my career, I have given it my all. And I will continue to do so.”

As they absorbed the shock of the news, fans, friends, and former teammates united in sympathy and support. “Börje, I am thinking of you in this tough time,” said a latter-day Swedish Hall-of-Fame defenceman, Nicklas Lidström. “Börje is the player I have looked up to my entire career former Toronto captain Mats Sundin told the Stockholm newspaper Sportbladet. “My role model and idol. He has guided me. … I wish him all the strength in the fight against this terrible disease.”

Salming’s hometown, Kiruna, lies far to the north on the Swedish map, in Lapland, 145 kilometres beyond the edge of the Arctic Circle. Built to serve local iron ore mines, it had a population of just over 10,000 in 1951, the year of Salming’s birth. His father worked at the mine, and died there in an accident when Börje was just five.

He and his elder brother Stig might have followed their father’s hardscrabble career path if it hadn’t been for hockey. The Kiruna that they grew up in, as it turns out, turned them into dedicated athletes. Salming has his own theory on how this happened: there was nothing else to do. “It was hard, cold, and dark,” he proposed in Blood, Sweat, and Hockey, the memoir he wrote with Gerhard Karlsson in 1991. “And if you wanted to have fun you had to make it yourself.”

In early outings, on outdoor ice, he was often assigned to tend goal, where he learned not to flinch. “I have never,” he later wrote, “been afraid to throw myself in front of the puck.” If he wasn’t the most talented player on the ice in those early days, he wrote, “my enthusiasm was unmatched.”

“I would have played hockey 24 hours a day if it were possible.”

Game Day #21: At the end of November, Sweden’s top men’s and women’s leagues will dedicate themselves to raising money and awareness for Salming’s ALS foundation.

Salming worked in a mine workshop as a teenager while he and his brother, also a flinty defenceman, played lower-league hockey for the local team. In 1970,  to Sweden’s top club, Börje followed his brother south to the city of Gävle to join Brynäs IF, one of  Sweden’s best teams.

Two years later, at 22, he was Sweden’s brightest young star, and that fall, he suited up for his country in the two ill-tempered exhibition games that a visiting Team Canada played in Stockholm before moving on to Moscow for the final four games of the iconic Summit Series.

His arrival in Toronto was set into motion later that winter, when (because some things never change) the Leafs were in need of a goaltender. The hunt took Toronto scout Gerry McNamara to Stockholm over Christmas in 1972, where his hopes of assessing the net presence of Sodertalje SK’s Curt Larsson were foiled when Larsson was sidelined by injury.

McNamara made do with a visit to the north to watch an exhibition game between Brynäs and the itinerant OHA senior Barrie Flyers. A left winger named Inge Hammarström scored four goals on the night, with Börje Salming adding one of his own — along with a game misconduct.

“In the midst of one commotion,” Salming confessed in his book, “I threw a tantrum and flattened the referee.”

The official might not have been impressed, but McNamara was. “They ran at him all night,” he later enthused about Salming’s performance. “And he never gave an inch.”

By the spring of ’73, the Leafs had signed Hammarström and Salming.

They arrived on North American ice that fall just as the NHL  (along with its rival, the WHA, too) was exploding into a new and particularly violent era. As the perennially unruly Philadelphia Flyers would soon prove definitively demonstrate, intimidation and outright brawling could win you a Stanley Cup. The Leafs’ newcomers were targeted from the start, taunted as “Chicken Swedes” by slow-skating goons and their baying fans in the stands.

“I don’t think they like Swedish boys,” Salming noted after a game in which he was lustily speared by Flyers defenceman Ed Van Impe. “They don’t play hard, they play dirty.”

Salming didn’t back down, and he soon earned a measure of respect that may also meant he was mostly left alone. That didn’t mean he’d hold back in his book. “Measured beside the goings-on in the NHL,” he wrote there, “the hockey we played in Sweden was kid’s stuff. I was certainly no angel in Sweden, but any anger I vented was like shadow boxing compared to the bloody violence of the NHL. Some days it was like a parody of sport.”

“The challenge for me was to play as fairly and well as possible and not to sink to the shameful level of the thugs,” he recalled.

In persisting — and outskating, as much as he could, the goonery — Salming would thrive, becoming the highest-paid player in Leaf history. By the time his career in Toronto ended in 1989, he owned a handful of team records, and stood third in all-time Leaf scoring, behind only superstar centremen Darryl Sittler and Dave Keon.

Twice he was offered the captaincy in Toronto, but he turned it down. “I shied away because of the language and all that stuff,” he said, looking back. “I probably should have done it.”

There were hard times, too. In 1986, the NHL  suspended Salming for eight games after he admitted to using cocaine. Later that same season, he was, horrifyingly, cut across the face by an errant skate; 200 stitches were needed to close the wound. Two years later, he was one of several Leafs to feud with a choleric coach, John Brophy.

After playing a final year for the Detroit Red Wings, Salming departed the NHL in 1990, returning to Sweden to play defence for AIK Stockholm in the Swedish Elite League.

Salming’s Leafs, of course, never raised a Stanley Cup. The closest they came was in 1978 when they upset the high-powered New York Islanders to reach the semi-finals.

Roy MacGregor watched and wrote about Salming throughout his career. Writing in 1976, he trusted his perceptive eye to praise the purity of Salming reactions, concluding that while “Orr is easily the purest thinker hockey has produced, Salming may well be the game’s best reflex player. His is not as awesome a hockey talent as Orr’s, but it has its own beauty.”

Voted once to the NHL’s First All-Star Team and five times to its Second, Salming was twice runner-up in the polling for the Norris Trophy as the NHL’s outstanding defenceman, falling short of Larry Robinson of the Montreal Canadiens in 1977 and 1980.

Salming was inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame in 1996.

Throughout his NHL career, Salming remained a stalwart for the Swedish national team.

In 2008, he was voted to the IIHF’s Centennial All-Star Team of players deemed to have had the most influential sustained international, joining a line-up that also included Vladislav Tretiak, Valeri Kharlamov, and Wayne Gretzky.

Kitted out in the gold-and-blue livery of the Tre Kronor, Salming might have been playing at his peak when he led Sweden at the 1976 Canada Cup. Going into the early-September game against Canada at Maple Leaf Gardens, Canada’s strategy was all about waylaying and otherwise befuddling Salming.

“He’s too good,” left winger Bob Gainey advised. “If you let him skate, he’s going to hurt you.”

“It’s nothing new, eh?” Canadian captain Bobby Clarke said, once Canada had finalized a 4-0 win. “Just like playing the Leafs in the National Hockey League. Everybody knows you’ve got to control Salming or he’ll murder you. The Swedes built their whole offence around him. He’s the guy who brings the puck out of their zone, and he’s the man they want to get the puck to on the powerplay.”

“Everybody had the same instructions,” added one of Canada’s coaches, Scotty Bowman: “get in there quick and take Salming before he gets underway.”

 

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The View From Here: Edmonton d-man Kevin Lowe looks on from the Oiler bench at the Montreal Forum on the Thursday night of January 10 in 1985. On his right, that’s teammate Don Jackson, who scored his first goal of the season that night as the visitors beat the Canadiens 5-2. Wayne Gretzky notched the winner, in the second period, the 43rd of the 73 goals he’d put away that season. (Image: Denis Courville, Fonds La Presse, BAnQ Vieux-Montréal)