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  1. 7 hours ago, Kruppstahl said:

    I loved Big Z's hit, complete with that little flourish at the end where he ripped Eichel's helmet off for good measure! 

     Big Z had that mean streak in him from the very beginning.  He would actively look to line people up in open ice and kill them.

    His defensive play was not very good and I can see why we let him go, but it always stung.  You can't teach that mean streak, and boy does Z have it!  A mile wide!

     

     

    The Avs won that trade....hands down!

    Thanks Tim

  2. The camera sucks! Who was the genius who thought using a drone for the camera for a fast paced 3 on 3 game?

    The drone can’t keep up, it moves to one end and the action goes the other way, by the time it gets back, action shifted to other end.

    The NHL has an interest drawing game and they make it almost unwatchable with the camera on a drone.

  3. This stinks. Only thing I can think of that makes any sense is they wanted to play a game at Penn State and this was the easiest to move there...so they come up with one of the flimsiest excuses possible to do so.

    This sums up all the reasoning for the decision.

     

    Enough of all the boohoo'ing. There's a pretty simple explanation for everything, sometimes you just have to dig through all the crap to find it!!!

  4. Not sure if I've mentioned this before. My grandfather was a B-17 pilot in WWII. Stationed in Scotland. He was an Army reservist that signed up for flight school when war broke out. Flew two bombing missions in support of the D-Day invasion. And then spent most of his air time over occupied Europe. He died shortly after the war in a crash into the Gulf of Mexico in a bad weather training mission in a B-29 when they were still referred to as Widow Makers. I never spoke much with my Grandmother about him because when I did, she cried while speaking of him.

     

    About 5-6 years ago I got curious enough to seek out internet resources. Found through the military heritage database what unit he was in. Found a forum dedicated to his air wing. And, found out that there is a museum in Arizona dedicated to his unit. Contacted the museum and got photos of him and his crew. Turns out Gramps piloted a fairly famous bomber. When James Cagney starred in a movie called The Yankee Doodle Dandy, the war department used it as a PR opportunity and had Cagney christen a B-17 that was given the name Yankee Doodle Dandy. It was a pretty big media event at the time. My grandfather ended up flying that plane over occupied Europe until it was too damaged to continue, 12 missions in that aircraft. The website for the museum was a great resource. Had all of the missions for his crew listed. Had all of the crew members listed. I started a search to see if i could find any of his old crew members. I never did get in touch with any of them. One had an obituary online that was just a few weeks old. I wish I had gotten curious sooner.

     

    Here is where it got interesting. I found a forum for the 9th Air Force and posted a thread asking if anyone had information regarding my grandfather. A woman replied. Her mother was a Red Cross volunteer that responded to the aftermath of my grandfather's crash in Sarasota! She had in her possession the accident report of the crash of my grandfathers plane. The short version of her story was, her father was the commanding officer at the base. Her mother was a volunteer. The accident occurred on a Friday late afternoon after most of the base personnel had left for the weekend. The initial responders were few. They met during the rescue and recovery efforts, started a relationship, and married. Her mother kept the story and documents pertaining to the crash because it was instrumental in her finding the man she would spend the rest of her life with. I requested, and she sent me, a copy of the crash report. All 57 pages of it. My grandmother's loss was someone else's gain I guess.

     

    Grandfather took off into stormy skies on a Friday at 6:14pm on June 29th. His last flight lasted 6 minutes. His last words into the microphone were,"It's so dark I can't see a God damned thing up here". Contact was lost moments later. The plane came down on a shallow sand bar. 6 crew members were rescued. My grandfather was one of two casualties. When my grandmother called home to tell her father what had happened she asked, "what should I do?". He replied to her, "Come home, baby".

     

    My wife and I were married on June 29th. Ceremony was at 6pm, long before I had any knowledge of the crash.

    Sorry to read about your Grandfather Weave, that's a great story, but happy to hear about your nuptials(sp). It's a very unfortunate way to find out your family history. Thank you for sharing.

     

    Btw, long time lurker here on this board and I appreciate the "whiskey" thread probably more than anyone.

    I, unfortunately, have a father that I never really knew, that was a coward, that fled to Canada in the late 60's/early 70's, to avoid being Drafted. I don't have the pleasure of saying that I know a hero but coming to this message board allows me to thank the descendants of real American Heroes.

    Thank you!

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