I was 15 years old. We were in high school in small town Miami, Manitoba. We were all in the gym watching on a black and white TV that was on a tall chrome TV stand. When Paul scored, the place erupted. “What did it really mean?” We had beaten the robot-like Soviets, but at the same time some of us started to like their style of play.
I immediately wanted my parents to buy me a “Paul Henderson” helmet, as hockey was going to be starting for me soon. Lo and behold I got one. Wahoo!
I could write forever, but I will end with letting you know I have the “Twenty-seven Days in September” book put out by Hockey Canada, and the VHS, and DVD. I bring them all out to watch and read. I also e-mail all my friends who were around during that time and remind them of “Where were you when…” My kids know about it. I use it as sports trivia. I use it to start the school year for the past 32 years.
It is and always will be part of my life.