"Some time around Christmas or New Years, we were in Hartford to play against the Whalers. Before the game, I talked with Whalers general manager Jack Kelley, who was someone who always good to me. He told me that his team had signed Jack Carlson (an inspiration for one of the three Hanson brothers in Slap Shot) and that he's the one guy I should probably avoid fighting.
I actually managed to score a goal in the game -- my only one of the season and the first of three I had during my time with Cincy. Demers soon put me back on the ice. No, I didn't think I'd suddenly become a sniper. I'm sure you know that old saying about crushers, rushers and ushers.
Hartford coach Harry Neale sent out Carlson on my next shift. As soon as the puck dropped, so did our gloves.
Jack and I slugged it out in what might have been the longest fight of my playing career. It wasn't one of those wrestle-and-hold fights, either. We were tagging each other. When it was finally over, referee Billy Friday came over to us and told us it was the best fight he'd ever seen. That meant a lot to me.
I was feeling pretty good about myself as I skated to the penalty box, physically tired but mentally exhilarated after the long fight. Then I heard Jack Carlson calling to me from the Whalers' box. He already wanted to fight again, right on the spot!
I was glad to have five minutes to catch my breath and recharge my batteries. That was more than enough time. As soon as Carlson and I stepped out of the box, we dropped our sticks and gloves and started round two. That one wasn't quite as epic as the first tussle but it was still another pretty active and lengthy fight."
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