The hockey sweater from that night still hangs on the wall of Kim Crouch’s basement rec room. So expertly repaired, and cleaned, that you have to look twice to see the jagged line where emergency workers cut it off his blood-soaked torso.
The long, hooked scar on the right side of his neck has faded too. But not the memories.Â
It was Jan. 5, 1975. Crouch, then 18, was in net for the Junior AÂ Markham Waxers, playing against the Royal York Royals at a rink in North Toronto. As he recalls it, the play was routine. The outcome was not.
“There was a
