Jack Todd: The great Red Fisher had no equal

A good man dies, the years fall away like snow. You are left with this:
It’s 1994, the defending Stanley Cup champion Canadiens are about to take on the Bruins in Boston in the first round of the playoffs. Red Fisher and I meet in the hotel lobby and he leads the way to funky Boston Garden.
We are making our way up the steps from ice level when a Bruins employee hurries down to escort us up to the press workroom. There he takes Red’s coat and hat, hangs them up, and returns with a bo