Earlier this year, millions of Canadians and hockey fans worldwide were saddened when Gordie Howe, “Mr. Hockey,” passed away at the age of 88. Gordie was a Saskatchewan farm boy who rose to the top of the hockey world with his traditional values, hard work, determination, and great love of the game. Gordie’s career with the Detroit Red Wings began in 1946 when he was eighteen, and continued until his retirement in 1971. During this time, he set 25 NHL records and was selected to the All Star Team 23 times.

Mr. Howe came out of retirement two years later to play in the WHA with the Houston Aeros along with his sons. At the age of 52, he scored his last goal, his 801st, during his return to the NHL with the Hartford Whalers in 1980. It was assisted by his son Mark.
Gordie was known for his incredible toughness. Many an NHL player sported scars caused by Gordie’s elbows and fists, something I witnessed myself in the ’60s. I was sitting close to the ice when a young punk gave him a cheap shot and immediately paid the consequence, being knocked half over the boards. Gordie was feared as hockey’s toughest fighter.

Off the ice however, he was known for his charity work, his incredible kindness, and his deep caring for the people around him. Among many other acts, he was well known for shoveling his neighbors’ driveways.

My Personal Connection to Gordie Howe
My dad, Dan Summers, a multiple Hall of Fame inductee, played nineteen years of professional hockey and scouted for the Detroit Red Wings for twelve years. He was Chief Scout for several years, before he was hired as Director of Scouting of the New York Rangers in 1978. Gordie and my dad were roommates at times during the mid and late 1940s.

My uncle Bobby Summers was Canada’s Jockey of the Year in 1944. He won many famous races across the United States and was based out of Santa Anita Park in California. Of course, my uncle would pass along “tips” on upcoming races to my dad. At train stops, the entire Detroit Red Wings team including Gordie and my dad, would rush off the train to place their bets. A win was greatly appreciated, as hockey players in those days did not make a lot of money.

Post-World War II, the Red Wings were housed in the Olympia, the historical arena in Detroit. It was overrun by rats. The players slept in the dressing rooms, which had rat guards on the doors. One night, Gordie Howe, Ted Lindsay, my dad, and a player I won’t name were fending off rats with their hockey sticks. The un-named player had a rat run up his zoot suit pant leg. He managed to grab the rat as it climbed up to his groin. The player screamed and squeezed the rat so hard that its blood ran down his pant leg. Needless to say, the rest of them got a big kick out of it, and my dad would still laugh about it decades later.
Hockey and My Life as a Strength Coach
I grew up in professional hockey dressing rooms since I was about two years of age. One of my first memories is skating on a duck pond in Providence, Rhode Island. This lifestyle meant I got to see how men of character related to each other. I learned from osmosis. As I grew older, I was invited into the “inner circle” of the elite hockey teams. I went to hockey arenas, restaurants, and events with famous players, coaches, and general managers.
I became a professional coach early in my adult life in 1972. My father referred NHL players to me to train. Eventually the word spread, and more and more players from various teams contacted me for my coaching. In the mid-1970s, I trained Lars-Erik Sjöberg, captain of the Winnipeg Jets, in fighting skills.

I also became personal friends with Herb Brooks, coach of several NHL teams including the New York Rangers. Herbie was the coach of the gold medal-winning USA hockey team of the 1980 Lake Placid Olympics and was later featured in the 2004 movie Miracle. Herbie and I would get together to discuss psychology, talk over training methods, and watch Olympic teams practice. Herb was a great human being.

Lessons Learned from Hockey’s Greats
In my forty-plus years of coaching multi-sport athletes and people of all ages and backgrounds, I have tried to continue the lessons I learned from these great hockey people. It saddens me that my friends Lars and Herbie were taken from us too soon. Like Gordie, their legacies live on.
Talking with Pavel recently, I stated that most of the “old school”—my father’s playing compatriots and friends—have passed on. Pavel replied, “Yes. Makes you appreciate the life we have left.”
As I sit here, I can look down on my dad’s 1947-48 Red Wings team ring and think of how fortunate I am to have known the wonderful people that helped create hockey history.
Thanks for the great article Cole! I went to college years ago with a former WHA / NHL player originally from Red Deer, Alberta named Don Cairns. Don used to tell of his days playing against the legendary Gordie Howe, and of the tough guys who played before the helmet rules were enforced! Amazing stuff & how awesome to have had a front row to all of it!
Thank you Cathy! Yes, great memories!
Cole:
Thanks for the great trip down memory lane. I saw many a Red Wings game in the (rat infested) Detroit Olympia building in the late 1950’s. It was in such a nice neighborhood too! That was in the era when coaches assured us that we would become “muscle bound” if we lifted weights. (I ignored that advice). I had the privilege of learning from some of the greats of the Detroit weightlifting scene, such as Norb Shemansky. Thanks again for a great article. – Richard Schuller
Yours is a great story Richard…thank you.
Yes, I heard some bizarre ones regarding the Olympia.
Your article was awesome. I seen Gordie play a couple of times in Chicago.You came from pretty good stock.Article even pumped me up and I’m 70! Thanks, John P.
Yes John, my great uncle Art was Hall of Famer as well. He played for the Chicago Blackhawks and the NY Rangers.
Glad my article pumped you up!
It’s the top of the iceberg…many stories.
Best,
Cole
“tip” of the iceberg
Cole, I never knew this history of yours; thank you so much for sharing it with us all.
Thanks Steve!
Cole was my strength coach in the late ’80s when I was preparing to play professional rugby in France. There is much more to learn from Cole than just the physical aspects of sport. I consider him one of the best influences in my life and am proud to call him friend. Blake Morden
Thanks much Blake…great memories. Ditto on the friendship!
Thank you for that great article and its “moral.”–I remember seeing My Hockey play back in the 60’s.
Thanks sf. Glad you liked it!