Tales of an old hockey writer

February 13, 2024

EDITOR’S NOTE: The following passage is an excerpt from a chapter in my book, Tales Of An Old Hockey Writer, which is slated to be published and available for sale by March 1. Mature audiences only.

Hockey is a game that many of us love with a passion. But there is a long history of games being played away from the actual game itself. As in bars, hotels and elsewhere.

You might have figured by now that as someone who has been in the game of hockey as a sports caster and writer since 1975 that I just might have a few stories to tell relative to antics and escapades that took place off the ice and away from the rink. Well, I do.

And lest you think that I am ratting anyone out with the recall of some of the misadventures that will appear within these pages, please know that I am only including instances of nonsense in which I was either present or directly involved.

Okay, here goes.


If I had a dollar for every tale that I could recant from days and nights and months and years spent in Windsor, I would be able to increase my net worth by at least a thousand bucks. But this one, as it relates to hockey, is one of my all time favourites.

It was a Thursday night in Windsor early during the 1975-1976 season — my first year in the media — and the Spitfires had just finished playing an Ontario Hockey League game against the Soo Greyhounds. I had hitched a ride on the team bus from Sault Ste. Marie to Windsor with the intention of staying in town for a few days after the game. I had a girlfriend in Windsor at the time and hadn’t seen her since the summer and was looking forward to taking her to venerable Windsor Arena for the game — and out for a few drinks after.

The old Viscount Hotel, in downtown Windsor.

So, after the game, it was to — where else — my uncle Steve’s bar, the Grand Tavern on Howard Ave., for a few beers. Which, of course, were followed by a few more. After several glasses of Old Vienna on tap and a nice visit with my uncle, last call came and went and we left the bar. We were hungry so we headed over to nearby Ing’s Restaurant on Goyeau St. for some of Windsor’s best Chinese food. Afterwards, we walked back to where the Greyhounds were staying downtown, at the Viscount Hotel on Ouelette St., since I had a room there for the night.

Avoiding the crowded hotel lobby elevator — it was about 3:00 a.m. or so — we decided to take the stairs up to my room. We had just reached the second or third flight of stairs when we suddenly came face to face with Muzz MacPherson, who was the head coach of the Greyhounds, in the stair well. Muzz looked a bit startled when he first saw us but quickly regained his bravado and motioned for us to go on ahead. Which was easier said than done.

That is because, as Muzz was standing in front of us with his suit pants in disarray, there was a rather large woman in front of him, performing an act of, well, you know. Funny thing was, the woman paid no heed to us and just continued to do what she was in the process of doing. As for us, as we resumed our jaunt up the stairs, I dared take a glance back at Muzz. He just smiled and winked at me, showing absolutely no embarrassment at being caught in the act.

At any rate, without going into further detail from the night, I ended up seeing Muzz in the hotel lobby the next day as the Greyhounds were getting ready to board the team bus for London, where they were to play the Knights that evening.

And Muzz mentioned absolutely nothing from the events of the previous night except to look me straight in the eyes and say, “Remember kid, what happens on the road stays on the road.” Then he winked his trademark wink at me, chuckled out loud, and boarded the bus from Windsor to London.

There was, and always will be, only one Muzz.

What you think about “Tales of an old hockey writer”

  1. Your correct Randy. There was only one Muzz. I can hardly wait for your book to come out. Anxious to read it.

  2. Really looking forward to the book chum. I want to say a special hello to Dave LeGree also. My bunkie from a disastrous hockey trip !!!!

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