The Way We Were: There's no place like home

It's the week aer Christmas and all through the rink ere are signs of the season and that hockey bag stink.

e dressing room's got a smell of its own. One deep breath reminds you "ere's no place like home!"

It's uniquely odiferous, a bit musty and wet, A tinge of Febreze and a hint of old sweat.

We stretch into our jerseys and sweat tying our laces. We grunt and we groan and put on our game faces.

Just then Chris Reynolds announces to all. "My athletic support is three sizes too small!"

Without missing a beat, Bingham seizes his chance. "It would t beer Chris, without your hand in your pants."

e air lls with trash talk and the calling of names, Bad jokes and needling - it's all in the game.

We snap up our buckles and buckle our snaps We stick our ‘mouph gargs intuh err yapsh’.

e zamboni driver is lively and quick. He leaves a clean sheet of ice as a gi.

We step on the rink and wish everyone luck. Except for poor ol' Coop, who just hears "you suck!"

e boos from the crowd are unvarnished reminders Kenny has struggled to stay out of the minors.

He faces tough questions in locker room scrums His answer's rehearsed - always the same one.

THE WAY WE WERE:

ere's no place like home!

Dave Traord ’79

Back on the rink, the two anthem lines Glide into position at centre ice.

e face o ! e puck drop. e game's under way! e passes are sloppy. It's typical play.

We need a goal. We're counting on Fred. But delusions of breakaways dance in his head.

He dippsies. He dangles. He plans where to stick it. He's eyeing a spot Be-tween the wickets.

He's got his head up. His stick’s on the ice. It's SHOOT, AIM, and READY! Freddy res it wide.

A scramble ensues! e play isn't dead Until Krevs shoots the puck into his own net.

e action crescendos at a journeyman's pace Under Hall of Fame banners. It's the game's rightful place

For decades they've played here - it's been a long time. Each all-stars and legends in their own minds.

ere's Larry, and Larry and there's Larry Gerry We've got Jimmys and Johns and ONE guy named Cengarle.

ere are Daveys and Willies and sometimes a Byron - (since traded for pucks and a plastic orange pylon.)

e cages are tended by Tom, Tim, and Steve. From time to time Joel and John Gariepy.

ere's Ferrigan, Murphy, Kielty, and Quinn, O'Sullivan, Walsh, McDonough, and Flynn. And where would we be without our Convenors anks brothers Duby! Chief Puck and Chief Keener!

All friends in shinny, this ice-hockey crew. No maer the team, we wear double blue.

For more than a century at St. Michael's College. It's been about goodness, discipline, knowledge.

In this empty old barn, there are no fans to cheer. But we really don't care as long as there's beer.

Raise one for the game. Have another, there’s plenty. Have one for the team! And here's to the 20s!

Chris Bingham ’83 Marco Berardi ’84 Steve Budaci ’83 Nick Cardinale ’84 Licio Cengarle ’64 Tim Crowley ’73 Bill Currie ’59 Mario De Piero Bob Dubniak ’65 Peter Dubniak ’78 John Ferracuti ’55 Paul Ferraro ’66 John Ferrigan ’56 Pat Flynn ’77 John Gariepy ’57 Peter Grossi ’54 Joe Haffey ’73 Dan Haffey ’77 Paul Hansen Bob Henderson ’58 Frank Kielty ’54 Paul Krevs ’82 Joe LeMoine ’52 Larry MacNeil ’62 Sal Mannella ’77 Jim McDonough ’77 Jamie McKinnon Fred Merlocco ’67 Bill Morrison ’67 Mike Nasello ’74 Tim O'Sullivan Greg Paolini Tom Peets ’64 Reg Quinn, OSM Chris Reynolds ’79 Len Robinson ’57 Ken Sharpe ’60 Robert Tedesco ’68 Dave Trafford ’79 Rob Tunney ’81 John Walsh ’73 Brian Wilson ’72 + John Wilson ’81

Oldtimers, Group Picture 1974

1989 Annual Christmas Dinner

2010 - Paul Ferarro, Robert Tedesco, Fred Merlocco, Paul Conner, Peter Dubniak

Snoopy Tournament 1989