Babe Pratt Sleepy For Game Seven

There is no more pressure on a hockey player than in a game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals. Winner takes all, loser gets nothing but heartbreak.

Players deal with pressure differently. Babe Pratt, Toronto's terrific playboy on defense, didn't seem to mind the pressure of game seven in the 1945 Stanley Cup final:

"I was always kind of a bad boy in those days, you know, I did some drinking then. I don't any more, but anyway the coaches always had to keep an eye on me. I used to room with Hap Day. I remember the afternoon of the seventh game, we were in Detroit, and i was with Hap Day in his suite. I went to sleep. Poor Hap, he was pacing up and down the room for hours while I was snoring away. Finally, it was about six in the evening and i guess he couldn't take it any more, it finally got to his nerves. He grabbed the mattress of my bed, pulled it out, and kerplow! I landed on the floor. I woke up and I looked at him and said 'Hap, Hap, what's the matter, what happened?' And he looked down at me and said , 'You, son of a bitch, it's two hours before the seventh game of the Stanley Cup, how the hell can you sleep?'"