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My Unexpected Encounter With Stephane “Tough As Nails” Robidas

by Dylan Nadwodny


It was a cold, crisp morning in early January, as four of my friends and I headed out to Frisco to go watch the Stars practice, as we had many times before. This was a little over a month since the Chicago Blackhawks game I had attended and witnessed Robidas break his leg. I remember the night as clear as day.

A play deep in the Blackhawks zone that saw Stephane fall into the boards and land in a slump on the ice. Sitting in my seat and knowing Robidas, I thought to myself “Oh, he’ll get up. It’s just a stinger from hitting the boards.” As he laid on the ice longer and longer, I realized that the situation was much more serious than I first thought. SItting in the first row of the upper deck in section 330, I was leaning on the glass with my head in my hands, fearing the worst. All I ever knew about Stephane Robidas was seeing him get up after virtually everything that was thrown at him. Now, seeing him lying on his back on the ice of the American Airlines Center, I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. My heart was wrenched even more as I saw the door to the away locker room open and saw the EMTs bringing out a gurney to place Robidas on. I was on the verge of losing it seeing a player I had always loved being carried off the ice on a stretcher. That was, until January 3rd.

Practice went on as normal with the Stars just coming off of a loss the night before to the Montreal Canadiens. As I always do, I took photos of the guys doing their drills and having their fun once the main part of practice had ended. Still, nothing was out of the norm. Once the majority of players had left the ice, it was then that we decided to head to the hallway outside of the locker room where the players all came out of. We waited a good twenty minutes, anticipating one of the first people to come out to be Jamie Benn or Kari Lehtonen. The door opened, and Kari stepped out, and made the rounds to sign autographs for everyone who was there, while also taking the occasional photo. Once he had left, we waited a few minutes more, anticipating the next guy to come out. The door opened, and who walked out of that door was someone that I never expected to see.

Stephane Robidas walked out of the locker room. This was the first time I had seen him in person since November 29th when he broke the leg. Only this time, he had no evidence that his leg was snapped in half, except for a minor limp. I could not believe my eyes seeing him standing right in front of me after my last memory of him. As every other player had, he walked down the line, signing autographs, except there was a feeling of excitement in the air in that small hallway seeing Robidas on his feet without crutches. He worked his way down to where I was standing, and once he got to me, I decided to pop the question how his leg was doing. He looked at me and responded with “It’s feeling good. Hope to be back soon.” I decided I might as well get a photo with the star defenseman, and it was a good thing I did, because that would be the last photo I ever got with Stephane.

I know for me, until Brenden DIllon entered the fray, Stephane Robidas was easily my favorite defenseman since Sergei Zubov. As were many Stars greats of the past, he was a class act on and off the ice. He fought hard for the club and knew how to go about the game with a sense of toughness, but at the same time, doing what was right for the team. After all his years in Dallas, I would have never thought to hear the words “Robidas” and “trade” in the same sentence. So, it would make sense that on March 4th while in school and scrolling through Twitter, when I saw Bob McKenzie tweet: “Lots of chatter out of DAL that Stephane Robidas may be headed to ANA. No official confirmation yet on that, though. #TSN #Tradecentre” my heart immediately sank. I was hoping what I was reading was not true. In a matter of a half hour, what I hoped would not happen did happen. I sat in my car after class with a sense of numbness and shock after what had just transpired. In this short time after the trade, I’ve found my best remedy to seeing Robidas leave is knowing that he’ll have a chance at winning the Stanley Cup he deserves.

I’ll always remember Stephane Robidas as a true professional, and a mentor to my favorite Stars player right now, Brenden Dillon. Most of all, I’ll remember his sincerity and dedication to the Stars organization that many in sports seem to forget. No matter what jersey Stephane is in, I’ll always remember him best as a Dallas Star, and it will always remain that way. Once a Star. Always a Star.

Thirteen Year Dream Come True

by Wendy Hansen

Over the years, I’ve had – we’ve had – many glorious moments with the Dallas Stars. It’s rather hard not to when you have to travel over 18 hours non stop (which, by the way, is impossible due to layovers) to get from where I live to Dallas. It’s approximately 8323 miles (13394 kilometers for those of us who use metrics) between where we live and our beloved Stars. We’ve had to do things the hard way to gain access to them. Back in 2006, I would call my husband, Sam, who worked from home at the time, on my lunch break and he would put the phone by the speaker of his computer so I could listen to Ralph & Razor call the game over WBAP’s internet stream. There was no such thing as Game Centre Live in those days.

So when Mike Modano resigned for his final contract in 2005/06, we saved up everything we could and booked flights for our 2 week trip to Dallas – our pilgrimage to our home of hockey. During those two weeks, we had some amazing experiences. Riding the pine while the Zambonis cleaned the ice in the second intermission and then locker room tour during the third period of a Blackhawks game. Meeting our friends from the Stars forum and hanging out, talking hockey and becoming lifelong friends. Going to practices and having Jason Arnott shoot a slapshot at the glass behind Turco where I was standing, then crack up laughing with Philippe Boucher when I flinched and then gave them both the finger. Marty just shook his head at their antics.

Even talking to Steve Ott, Johan Hedberg, and then rookie Jussi Jokinen – who I gave a small koala to – were just amazing experiences for us. I’m sure Sam will post his own story about meeting his own hero, Jere Lehtinen – I’ll leave that story for him.

But my greatest memory will always be when I met my hero. Now, some people haven’t had the greatest experience with him, but I can only go by my personal experience – for which I am eternally grateful was so beyond my wildest dreams… I could never thank him enough for being so gracious and kind. Nothing I say now could capture the excitement and joy I had back then, so I’ll give you the words I wrote the night after I met… Mike Modano:

So last night at the game, Ralph Strangis said to find him at practice and he’d see if he could set us up to see Mike Modano. I was looking around for Ralph most of the morning but we couldn’t see him. Practice started and we went in to watch it. We got some great photos, taken by Sam, and Amber and I went to the end of the rink to watch the guys practice.

After a while, and talking to a few people around the edge of the rink, I saw Ralph come out of the Stars locker room and I waved at him. He nodded and walked over, calling out “Hey, it’s the Aussies!” and pronouncing the S like an S… I grinned and said, “Auzzie mate, Auzzie.” And he laughed and said, “Nah, I like it as Aussie.” I replied, “Okay, but only you’re allowed to say it that way!”

He told me he’d been trying to hook us up with Mike, but he wasn’t sure if they’d be able to do it because Mike had a commercial to shoot today and he was a little cranky about a few things Ralph asked him to sign for something – I think a celebrity Auction. Anyway Ralph called Rob, the Senior Director Hockey Communications for the Dallas Stars, over. We said to Ralph, “He’d be called ‘Bluey’ back home because he has red hair!” so now Rob has been christened ‘Bluey’. Anyway Rob was great to us. He said it wouldn’t be a problem to hook us up with Mike and he’d be fine about it all. We chatted away and then he said he’d come and get us when they were ready to film the commercial and we could meet Mike afterwards.

It didn’t take too long before Rob called us over and we followed him down a corridor through the stands in the rink area. Sam forgot the camera so he ran back and got it. While he was gone, Mike – flanked by some other guys from the production company – walked right past me. I couldnt’ stop smiling – or shaking. Anyway Sam came back and we waited with Rob in the hallway – chatting about how we became hockey fans and everything. I think Rob could see I was shaking because he said, “Now you know he’s a regular guy, right? He puts his pants on the same way as everyone else – one leg at a time.”

I grinned and said, “I know! I’m fine.” And I was. I was shaking because I was partly cold. Have I mentioned it’s FREEZING in Dallas right now? Anyway Mike was done pretty quick with the commercial – he must have got it right the first or second time, and I think it meant he was done for the day so when he came out, he seemed pretty happy.

Anyway Rob said, “Mike, this is Wendy and Sam. They’re the two Australian fans who have come to see the Stars.” And Mike shook my hand with a grin and said it was nice to meet us, and then said, “Really? All the way from Australia?” And I nodded and said “Yeah.” We went on to explain we don’t get the games on tv over there, we get them mailed to us on DVD and that we listen to Ralph and Razor on WBAP and NHL radio, and I said, “And you guys play when I’m at work, so I call Sam on my lunch break and he puts the phone by the speaker so I can listen to the call of the game!”

Mike was a little surprised by that but he laughed too. I liked making him laugh. He seemed to be enthralled talking to us, which was great. Rob said “She’s been a fan for 13 years.”
Mike asked, “Really? How’d you get into the Stars?”
I blushed and said, “Uh, actually it was all because of you.”
He, of course, was like, “Uh, what?”

And Rob said, “She saw The Mighty Ducks.” Mike…god bless him, he blushed so bad and looked at the ground and shook his head with a grin, saying “Oh no!” I laughed and grabbed his arm lightly. He looked down at me – because he towers over me (I’m 5″6, he’s 6″3 in bare feet!).
I said, “No, it wasn’t like that!” And Sam went on to explain that I saw him playing first, not the talking part.

I clarified and said, “Wait… the thing was… the first part I saw was the NHL part where you were flying up the ice, with your jersey billowing in the wind scorin’ that goal and I was like, ‘… Wow, who’s that? #9? That’s it I’m gone.’ And since 9 is my number… I’ve been hooked ever since. I had to rewind it to see the rest of it!”

He nodded and said, “Oh, that’s so nice.” He asked how long we were here for and I said until April 1st and he asked where we were staying and I said studio 6 on I35 and Northwest Hwy. He nodded and then I said, “Yeah, we know it’s the “cultural part” of Dallas!” and he laughed so I think he knows the area is full of strip joints! Yes, we picked the prime part of Dallas to stay!

Anyway he happily signed my jersey that I was wearing, and then I asked him to sign my Jokinen jersey that I’m getting the whole team to sign. I fumbled with the pen because I got him to sign in silver on the 6 and said “Sorry, I’m being a pain in the butt.” He was so sweet, and said, “No, no, it’s okay!”

After he signed it, I said, “We actually have something for you.”
He looked really surprised and said “Really? Oh okay.”
I dug around in the bag and got out his silver keying and as I gave it to him, I said, “Everyone has to have an Australian key ring.” He grinned, I think he liked it a lot because Sam took a photo of Mike looking at the key ring with a wonderful smile on his face. He said thank you, which was nice and then I said, “And we also have this… this is… in Australia, our city has had a hockey team in the national league since last year. SO… we got you one of their jerseys!”

I handed it to him, and he looked at it and his grin was so big. I think he really liked it, but it could have just been Mike being polite. I added, “And it’s got your name and number on the back.”

He turned it around and he was like “Oh wow! This is so great! Thank you so much!” We said he was welcome, and he posed for a photo with me holding up his jersey. He put his arm around my shoulders, and I put my arm around his waist – he’s so small width wise – I mean, he’s tall, and he’s solid, but wow, he’s tiny. He was very, very sweet to us and seriously he was just so much more than I ever expected. He’s a wonderful man, and though I doubt he’ll ever see this site, I just want to say thank you Mike for being a gentleman, a good sport and a wonderful role model. I didn’t get to say all that I wanted to, but that’s okay. I was able to spend a few minutes with you and I know how busy you are, so to generously give a few minutes of your time to someone who has travelled such a long way to see you play just meant the world to me.

I said to him, “Good assist last night by the way,” and he smiled and said, “Well, thank you very much.” I added, “It was a shame you guys didn’t win on Monday night,” and he was like, “Um, yeah, well uh… you know,” and I continued on, “But you know what? It was still the best game of hockey we’ve ever seen!” He laughed. I also said thank you for beating the Kings (he laughed), and that we were in the air flying from LA to Dallas at the time of when they were playing, and Sam told him I was cheering them on in the plane, which of course made me blush but Mike laughed and said something but I can’t remember what it was.

Mike also said that he hoped we had a great trip and that he might see us again and we said thanks and he left. I’ve been on cloud nine ever since. Rob didn’t have any business cards on him at the time after Mike left so he said to wait and he’d run and get one since we gave him one of our on the cheap ones that we made this morning – got some business cards and a rubber stamp that you can change the words on – worked out pretty well. When Rob came back, he said that Mike really enjoyed talking to us. I was a little skeptical but he said that Mike loved the jersey, that when he was walking back to the locker room, he was holding it up and saying, “Wow, this is amazing! This is great!” So I’m really glad he liked it. It was something I wanted to give him, just for no other reason than the Stars have hosted us, and it’s Australian custom to give your hosts a gift of some sort to say thank you.

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