Growing up around St. Louis in the 1980’s and 90’s you knew two players, Brett Hull and Ozzie Smith. They were the face of St. Louis sports. Two of the greatest at their craft to date. Hull and his lethal shot and Ozzie with his tricks on the filed. No matter how bad the team was or how they fell shot in the post season, those two were magical to watch. I remember Hull’s career in St. Louis as a wide eyed kid wondering what it would be like to score goals like the Golden Brett. Now I see him go in to the Hockey Hall of Fame. Nothing could be cooler.
I wish I had some cute stories of how I met Brett after a game or I have a signed puck that I wrote him a letter to get (might have worked, Will Clark sent me one from San Fran). I just don’t. All I have are memories of watching this guy skate all over the ice in to open spots just to flash one behind the goalie. To hear the horn and the “OOOOhhhhhh BABY! BRETT HULL!” To this day I don’t care what older people say he was like off the ice. I just remember watching goal after goal go in the net and that’s all I really care to remember.
I didn’t want to write up anything fancy or in depth. Just a big thank you to Brett Hull for being my favorite hockey player as a kid…and a big congratulations on your further enshrinement in to hockey immortality.
Congrats to Brett.
He’s been an inspiration to not only me, but St. Louis and all it’s surrounding areas. He’s a sports icon, and the face of the St. Louis Blues.