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STADIUMS AREN'T FOR SLEEPING
Pete Waldmeir
October 20, 1969
As the remarkable Gordie Howe opened his 24th hockey season—in triumph and with a burst of the old bravura—he recalled rookie days when he could hear the pucks from his pad
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October 20, 1969

Stadiums Aren't For Sleeping

As the remarkable Gordie Howe opened his 24th hockey season—in triumph and with a burst of the old bravura—he recalled rookie days when he could hear the pucks from his pad

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"You know," Howe said with a smile, "the funny part about those first years in pro hockey is that I could save all that money. Now a guy makes fifty or sixty thousand dollars a year and is lucky to save five hundred."

In a corner of the dressing room near Howe, Defensemen Gary Bergman and Carl Brewer were removing their gear. Brewer is new to the Red Wings this year. As Bergman and Brewer conferred, Left Wing Frank Mahovlich passed by on his way to the shower.

"Way to go, big fella," Brewer called, slapping Mahovlich—who had scored the winning goal off Carl's setup pass—on the buttocks. Bergman frowned and corrected his teammate.

"Carl," Bergman said, "you better find another name. There's only one big fella on this club."

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