This strikes a chord. Edmonton was such a great place to be during the late 70's/early 80's. I remember hopping on the bus from the west end with a buddy when I was about 15 and just going to various places around the city to see what kind of trouble we could get in to. Skipped school one day and went to the Commonwealth grounds, and wandering around we found an unlocked service entrance. Walked through it and got right into the empty stadium, and sat down at centerfield and just looked around at all the seats. Never saw another soul and nobody said a word to us. I have so many stories like this; if you were a kid at the time, the entire city was your playground. I visit now and hardly recognize the place anymore.
Every Saturday night was wholly committed to watching HNIC. It was just part of our life, and by the time I was 14 I was caught up in it too. It must have been some kind of osmosis. Wednesday nights were like church for Dad and me. Oilers on ITV time, and we cheered every goal like it was Game 7 of the SCF. I have two adult sons now, fine men but neither have ever shown any interest in sports or have a competitive bone in their bodies. Lord knows I tried everything to get them interested. So now I watch alone and think of Dad and how much he would have enjoyed this time and this team. And in hi def to boot!