I treasure the first time I took my son to Edmonton to watch 99 and the Oilers play. A wonderful lady working for the Oilers, Shelia McKaskell, thought it so extraordinary someone would travel that far to see the team, we ended up in Pocklington’s old seats behind the bench (a few rows), received caps, etc and met Gretzky in the locker room area after the game. Went back in ‘88 for the first two games against Boston, and the next season for Gretzky’s first game back. I have a picture of #99, mullet and all, with my son hanging in my office. Showed a small copy of the photo to #99 and he started laughing at his hair.
What an awesome story! I’m so jealous!