CHICAGO — It had been a long, slow train ride from Montreal. Blizzard conditions much of the way. When the Bruins finally pulled into downtown, nearly two hours late for faceoff, the Black Hawks already were in uniform, Chicago Stadium was packed and the ice covered with paper planes.
“Oh, I’m not sure I can tell you what year it was,’’ said Milt Schmidt, thinking back decades, figuring it might have been sometime in the 1940s, a couple of decades before NHL clubs finally switched to full-time air travel. “I’m 95 years of age now, so my memory is . . . I guess you’d say my memory is what it should be at 95.’’