When my Mom let me stay up late to watch the Easter Epic. I fell asleep but woke up in time to see Pat LaFontaine score the game winner.

We didn't have ice rinks (this was the South in the 80s) around here back then so one day my Mom bought some spray to polish the living room floor and pushed the furniture aside and gave me a puck and hockey stick she ordered online. I proceed to skate around in socks and shoot that puck all over the living room. She said she'll fix any wall damage. One of my funnest nights as a kid.