briansmccabe Wrote:I was at that game. It was the night of the last day of school before spring break. I was in 8th grade. It was one of the most surreal things I had ever seen, still is. People all over the Aud were fainting and / or spontaneously vomiting. It took the rink crew a good five to ten minutes to shovel all the blood-drenched ice shavings into a wheelbarrow.
I was there too, only 7 years old. And to think my parents let me play hockey after that!
All I can remember is Grant Ledyard pounding on the zamboni glass for help, the rink going silent and seeing Sabres players crying on the bench. We were in the Upper Golds to the left of Malarchuk.
After the initial shock of it all wore off, my mother took me into the restroom and I got sick. I think it was more other people getting sick that made me sick more so than the blood. The puddle of blood looked black to me so it didn't sink in as much.
I will never forget that game. I saw a video not too long ago that triggered some memories. It was my uncle's first NHL game.
That is f'd up that someone would make a figure of that. Wow.
On a side note, Clint went through some serious personal struggles since that incident (including suicide attempts, depression, etc). He is now doing much better and was (I think still is) working as a goalie coach for the Florida Panthers. Hey, Luongo didn't turn out too bad. He must be doing something right.
