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>... Bobby Orr would take the puck and jet past the red line, a place defensemen didn't normally even venture until Orr came along. The crowd noise in that old barn at that moment was deafening. There was a sense that we were in the presence of greatness, of genius. As indeed we were.
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I had the pleasure of watching a Boston/Montreal game from the cat-walk at the (old) Forum in Montreal.
I mainly just watched Bobby Orr when he was on the ice. It was amazing how he would ALWAYS make his way to where the puck was going to be in a few seconds. It was real easy to see that from the view I had. And as you say, once he got hold of it.....
Genius and greatness fit very well.


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