When I was growing up in Dallas, Chris Osgood was my hero. I collected his hockey cards, I watched every single Red Wings game I could, I cut out his newspaper clippings and I followed him on a daily basis. It was a religious aspect of my life as a young athlete.
As a goaltender and in many walks of life, a young man’s deeds becomes an old man’s wisdom.
I remember the very first time I watched Chris Osgood play a playoff game in the NHL. It aired on ESPN2 and featured the Detroit Red Wings against the San Jose Sharks in Game 7 of the 1994 Western Conference Quarterfinals. With the game tied 3-3 late in the third period, Osgood went to clear a puck around the boards, but it landed on Jamie Baker’s stick and ended up in the back of Osgood’s net.