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Boogie with The Noogie: Memories of a Team Lost

When it is all said and done, memories are all we have.

Rumor mongering can be an ugly thing ladies and gentlemen. When you are given a forum like ours and so many others across the internet, you must know that this comes with some responsibility. It's one thing to print it, and something completely different to deny that your words were indeed your words. Since there is absolutely nothing I can add to this subject that Bryan has so elegantly worded in his first foray after retirement, I thought maybe we could all share some memories of a team lost as we are apparently about to lose another.

I am pretty sure I have shared this story with some of you, so forgive me for repeating myself. October 26th, 1991 was a very special time here in Minnesota. The Minnesota Twins were in the World Series, and were easily the talk of the town. I was just 10 years old at this time and professional sports was still pure in my eyes as the business side of it all was far from my radar (although that would change relatively soon after). My greatest memory of that legendary World Series run was not Kent Hrbek and Ron Gant's kerfuffle at first base (he was clearly out by the way), it was not Jack Morris's game 7, 10 inning gem, but it was an early season hockey game at the old Met Center in Bloomington.

The Minnesota North Stars were hosting the Boston Bruins in a Saturday matinée game, as the Twins were lined up for game 6 that evening against the Atlanta Braves. Back in those days, my mother used to work at the Met Center, so we would get tickets to all sorts of events taking place from hockey to soccer and even a Michael Jackson concert. My father brought my little sister and me to the game that day. It was a beauty of a game with goals scored by Jim Johnson, Ulf Dahlen, Chris Dahlquist and the legendary Brian Bellows. Jon Casey stopped 27 of 27 shots on goal earning him the 4 - 0 shutout victory over the visiting Bruins.

Yet this was not what sticks out in my head about this game. It all started from the upper deck of the Met Center. A row of either drunken Minnesotans or some folks from Atlanta who wanted to know what this sport played on ice was started the tomahawk chop, complete with the chant that accompanies it. As one might imagine, this did not sit well with the Minnesota faithful. The response from the fans was immediate and very loud. A "BRAVES SUCK!" reply chant broke out inside the Met Center, drowning out the tomahawk chop instantly.

It is a story I will tell over and over again until my final day on this planet. I suppose if I move to the moon before the grave I will tell the story there as well, but that would be an unlikely scenario. Often times our memories of games go far beyond the game itself. Whether it is a pre-game get together or a post-game celebration, when it is all said and done all we have are memories.