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I knew Herb. I reffed games when he was a player and when he coached. We both respected each other.
Funny story. The year before he was the 1980 Olympic team coach, he was coaching the U of Minnesota. I was reffing a weekend series at Minnesota between the U of Mn. and U of Michigan. Minnesota won the Friday night game and the next game was on Sunday afternoon. Minnesota won the game 7-3. The way the Williams Arena rink was set up, the home team was across the ice from the visiting team. The exit to the dressing rooms was through the visiting team's bench area. The visiting team would exit first and then the home team would exit once the visiting bench was empty. My partner and I were at the gate to make sure that there was no conflict.
We were standing there as the Minnesota team was leaving the ice, first the players and then the coaches and trainer. As Herb was passing my partner, he looked at him and said, "You're fat. You're lazy. You're slow and you can't skate." He then looked at me and said, "Same to you."
I was stifling a laugh and as his assistant coach came by me, I asked him, "What's with Herb?" He replied, "The boys played so good, Herb has nothing to bitch about." I guess you could say that we took one for the team.
I knew Herb. I reffed games when he was a player and when he coached. We both respected each other.
Funny story. The year before he was the 1980 Olympic team coach, he was coaching the U of Minnesota. I was reffing a weekend series at Minnesota between the U of Mn. and U of Michigan. Minnesota won the Friday night game and the next game was on Sunday afternoon. Minnesota won the game 7-3. The way the Williams Arena rink was set up, the home team was across the ice from the visiting team. The exit to the dressing rooms was through the visiting team's bench area. The visiting team would exit first and then the home team would exit once the visiting bench was empty. My partner and I were at the gate to make sure that there was no conflict.
We were standing there as the Minnesota team was leaving the ice, first the players and then the coaches and trainer. As Herb was passing my partner, he looked at him and said, "You're fat. You're lazy. You're slow and you can't skate." He then looked at me and said, "Same to you."
I was stifling a laugh and as his assistant coach came by me, I asked him, "What's with Herb?" He replied, "The boys played so good, Herb has nothing to bitch about." I guess you could say that we took one for the team.
I knew Herb. I reffed games when he was a player and when he coached. We both respected each other.
Funny story. The year before he was the 1980 Olympic team coach, he was coaching the U of Minnesota. I was reffing a weekend series at Minnesota between the U of Mn. and U of Michigan. Minnesota won the Friday night game and the next game was on Sunday afternoon. Minnesota won the game 7-3. The way the Williams Arena rink was set up, the home team was across the ice from the visiting team. The exit to the dressing rooms was through the visiting team's bench area. The visiting team would exit first and then the home team would exit once the visiting bench was empty. My partner and I were at the gate to make sure that there was no conflict.
We were standing there as the Minnesota team was leaving the ice, first the players and then the coaches and trainer. As Herb was passing my partner, he looked at him and said, "You're fat. You're lazy. You're slow and you can't skate." He then looked at me and said, "Same to you."
I was stifling a laugh and as his assistant coach came by me, I asked him, "What's with Herb?" He replied, "The boys played so good, Herb has nothing to bitch about." I guess you could say that we took one for the team.
This a bit longer version of the normal one we see. It is not Herb Brooks but goddamn can you fellas imagine how you would feel after this speech and stepping on the ice.
I can. I really can imagine it.
Sounds like an asshole to me.
I'll be your coach. I won't be your friend. You need one of those, take it up with Doc or coach Patrick.
Do you believe in miracles is one of my favorite documentaries ever. I would have killed to be there before the Finland game.
<walks in, looks around>
"You lose this game, you will take it to your fucking grave"
<walks a few steps, turns back>
"YOUR FUCKING GRAVE"
<slams door>
Almost wish Disney wasn't in charge of "Miracle". They did an amazing job getting the details as good as you can get them. But Herb never said the word "humping" in his life.