‘Forsberg shoots, Forsberg scores!!!’ were words commonly heard in NHL arenas around North America from the mid 90’s to mid 2000’s and various other arenas in the world starting in the early 90’s. Those words were also often heard some 4500 kms from Forsberg’s hometown of Ornskoldsvik, Sweden and 5500 kms from his NHL home of Denver, in the small town of Adam’s Cove, Newfoundland and Labrador. It was in the kitchen while playing mini stick hockey, on a small strip of pavement playing road hockey or playing ball hockey at school, I would shout those words. As a kid (and maybe still as an adult), 95% percent of the time I would pretend to be Forsberg while playing any hockey, copying his famous shootout goal or his commonly used wraparound-top shelf move.
Of all the hockey superstars in the world, many of whom were Canadian; it was the Swede Forsberg, playing far away in Colorado who would be my hockey hero. I honestly feel for many east coast hockey fans because of the little exposure to Forsberg on this end of the continent. Between the time difference and the media focus on Toronto and Montreal, Forsberg was maybe lesser known than he deserved to be. Lucky for me at the time, the Avalanche were a powerhouse and thus got a little more national coverage. Surely when they were on my TV, I’d be staying up late to watch them and during the playoffs all their games would be televised so I didn’t have to miss one! I may have gone to school a little tired with games often not ending until 130 or 2 am but watching the Avs and Forsberg was more than worth it.
The playoffs were Peter’s bread and butter and perhaps I didn’t realize it at the time but looking back on it now it was a true privilege to watch him perform. Of course the highlight packages show his amazing skill and play making ability but they don’t do justice to the way he played in those games. Forsberg had all the skill in the world but it was his competitive nature that was so endearing. Every time he stepped on the ice he made something happen and you could feel the excitement in the building. For hockey fans of the current era, he could protect the puck and see the ice like Sidney Crosby, pass the puck like Joe Thornton and yet still be as gritty as a Jarome Iginla circa 2004 or Ryan Kesler circa 2011. However for Forsberg the grit and physicality was there shift in and shift out, year in and year out. He played the ‘Canadian way’ as good as anyone born north of the border and helped change how many people looked at Swedish hockey players. I often think back to his playoff battles with Derian Hatcher in the late 90’s; the abuse Forsberg took in that ‘dead puck era’ was just incredible but he would just keep coming back for more.
If you have the chance to watch a classic game from the late 90’s or early 00’s, it would really put Forsberg’s point production into perspective. Clutching, grabbing, hooking, interference were all ultimately fair game and goalie gear wasn’t exactly shrinking, yet Forsberg still managed six ,85 plus point seasons from 1995 to 2004 while playing the full schedule just once in that span. In the postseason, the games got tougher and Forsberg got that much better, twice leading the playoffs in scoring without even reaching the Stanley Cup Finals. He is the only person who can lay claim to that feat since the 1985-1986 season.
Perhaps the saddest part of looking back on Forsberg’s career is how great it could have been if he had been able to stay healthy. However, it wouldn’t be Peter’s style to look at it like that and it isn’t mine either. I prefer to be taken aback by what he was able to accomplish in such a short period of time: 2 Stanley Cups, 2 Olympic gold medals, 2 world Championships, a Hart trophy as NHL MVP and now at 41 years old a member of the Hockey Hall of Fame. The way he pulled out all the stops to try and get back on the ice showed just how much he loved the game and it will always be something that I’ll admire.
When looking at his statistics, resume and highlights it’s easy to see how Forsberg could be a hero for a young kid but those were just a bonus to me. It was Forsberg’s style on and off the ice that I was drawn to. It’s your heroes in life that teach you the many attributes that you wish to use to build yourself as a person. Peter Forsberg taught me to compete every single shift, battle no matter the circumstance, be a team player, never give up and always be humble. These lessons weren’t about hockey but about life itself. I thank Peter Forsberg for the impact he has had on my life and I imagine so many others. He is most deserving of this induction and will take his rightful seat in hockey’s house of legends.There will never be another Peter Forsberg. Thanks again Foppa and never forget; real men don’t need spleens.
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