By Tim Collins
There鈥檚 no doubt that hockey is a tough sport.
Even though the game now transcends international boundaries it has long been considered the quintessential Canadian sport. Played out on an unforgivingly hard, cold surface, it鈥檚 a regular opportunity to use skill, strength and perseverance to survive and excel.
Maybe that鈥檚 why the people who play hockey at the highest levels have the capacity to inspire us long after their hockey careers end.
Bruce Cowick is like that. Cowick was a member of the Philadelphia Flyers, the team that won the Stanley Cup in the 1973/74 season and is now gearing up to join former teammates in celebrating the 50th anniversary of that accomplishment.
Most mornings you can find Cowick down at the local West Shore YMCA where, at 72 years of age, he works the exercise machines, chats with his friends, and is one of the most likeable folks you鈥檒l ever hope to meet.
Given that affable nature, it鈥檚 sometimes hard to frame Cowick as one of the Philadelphia Flyers鈥� infamous 鈥楤road Street Bullies,鈥� but he was actually one of the toughest players on the ice.
鈥淚t was a different kind of game back then. I played a rough sort of game and, yeah, I guess I fought a lot, but only when it was called for,鈥� Cowick said.
The Flyers had assembled tough enforcers who, according to Cowick, were brought on when coach Fred Shero got tired of having his players beaten up by the tough guys on other teams.
鈥淲e had Dave Schultz and Bob Kelly, but other teams had their own enforcers,鈥� said Cowick. 鈥淭he Plager brothers, for example.鈥�
Of course, in a fast-paced game where body contact is celebrated between grown men wielding big sticks after strapping razor-sharp blades to their feet, a certain amount of aggression has always been the expectation.
What is surprising to some, however, is the fact that these same players have a decidedly gentle and considerate side. Cowick is a prime example.
鈥淒uring those playoffs, each player got two tickets. They were worth thousands of dollars. My wife was using one, but she didn鈥檛 have anyone who could use the other, so on the way into the arena before the first game we saw this young man standing outside and I asked him if he had a ticket. He didn鈥檛 so we invited him in.鈥�
That young man, named John, sat with Cowick鈥檚 wife for the entire series and, after the Flyers won the Stanley Cup, they parted ways and Cowick never thought he鈥檇 see the young fellow again. But the story had one more twist.
鈥淢y wife and I were heading into the cars for the Stanley Cup Parade, you know with champagne and everything, and as we鈥檙e getting to the car, we see John standing on the side of the road to watch the parade. I called him over and he got in with us and got to ride in the Stanley Cup parade,鈥� Cowick said.
Years later, Cowick reconnected with John.
鈥淪ome reporter had written the story and John reached out. He was a grown man by then but told me that he鈥檇 never forgotten what happened and that it was the highlight of his life.鈥�
Cowick moved from his professional hockey career to a 30-year career with the Esquimalt police department.
鈥淚t was a good career and I probably only got hired at first because of hockey. In those days they used to hire athletes from hockey or lacrosse 鈥� even baseball. That鈥檚 just how it was done.鈥�
Asked if he鈥檚 still in contact with old teammates, Cowick smiled.
鈥淵ou know, before each game Fred Shero would write things on a blackboard to inspire us. Before the final game, he wrote 鈥榃in today and you鈥檒l walk together forever.鈥� Well, we won, and I never forgot that quote. I had it tattooed on my arm and, yes, I鈥檓 still in contact with guys from back then. The 50th anniversary is coming up and I鈥檒l be seeing them again.鈥�
But in a final illustration of who Cowick is, he made an odd, but characteristically thoughtful request.
鈥淲hen you write this story, I want you to include this,鈥� Cowick said. 鈥淧eople ask me who the best player I ever played with was and, I mean, I played with and against some legendary players. But I was lucky. The guy that always comes to my mind is a guy named Murray Kennett. He never really got the breaks I got and didn鈥檛 make it in the professional leagues, but he was one of the best I鈥檝e ever seen. He was a class act and an amazing player. I want you to tell people that.鈥�
It was an interesting gesture from a man whose framed hockey jersey from that final Stanley Cup game still sports the bloodstains from the game. But Bruce Cowick is an interesting man.
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