My heart was pounding the entire drive down the Conception Bay Highway. I was so wracked with nervous energy that I thought I was going to be sick. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think I was on my way to play a Game 7 in the Stanley Cup Finals, or my first ever NHL game, that’s how anxious I was.
But I wasn’t driving 23 kilometres down a countryside highway to play an important hockey game. In fact, the stakes of the day were so low that I felt kind of foolish afterwards for being such a mess at the outset. I was on my way to CBS Arena, just outside of St. John’s, Newfoundland, to cover the Newfoundland Growlers home opener, my first time in the press box as a credentialed hockey reporter. A moment that was over two-and-a-half years in the making, ever since hockey saved my life.
This is the story of how that happened.
Full disclosure here, I was extremely drunk the first time I ever thought about reporting on hockey as a career. It was a Saturday night in February 2019, I was 25 years old and even though the Leafs were …
Author: Dylan Murphy / The Leafs Nation