Buddy O'Connor was a fantastic little player in his day. He recalled the sixth and final game of the 1947 Stanley Cup finals with one thirsty regret."I was facing off against Ted Kennedy at the start of the sixth game. he was a digger, real good on the face-offs. I remembered that their defensemen had a habit of rushing forward on the faceoff, figuring Kennedy would win it and would throw the puck toward our end. But this time it backfired. I flipped it twoard their end and rushed after it. Their two defensemen were gone and there was only Turk Broda in front of me. He raced out to try to beat me to the puck but I got there first. Now he was 25 feet out, and I just pulled the puck over and slid it into the net. We had a goal after only 25 seconds and I thought, 'Hell, this is it, we'll score a bunch.' But you never know what is going to happen. That was all we got and we lost, 2-1. They were the better team. you do the best you can, and you take the good with the bad. The only difference in the finals of the Stanley Cup is the champagne. The losers don't get it.
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