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Whereas Reggie Leach was born and played minor hockey back in
my hometown. The Rifle fired his first 500 here, slapped his way
into the NHL.
Whereas some of us weren’t always fair to the native kid on
borrowed skates—chippy Goolies and Ukranians in the corners
with our elbows up.
Whereas Reggie on a play-off run could make a dad go buy the
new TV, and put his youngest by the window, place the split
antenna in her tiny hands.
Whereas photos from the old Tribune of Reggie smiling with
the Stanley Cup curled their corners, dropped off bedroom
walls, left a square of where they used to be.
Therefore we, the undersigned, put forth his name to the
Hockey Hall of Fame.
