You were one of the last of the modern day tough guys. A man who other teams feared. Grown, tough men, feared him like little children feared the bully on the bus. You wanted him on your side as Detroit and later Chicago had experienced.
Even my father “Dead Lenny,” enjoyed watching the wings when Probert played and my father didn’t like anything he didn’t have a bet on. The guy was the definition of badass. I always thought I could hang with NHL players when I was in shape. Especially the lower end players. 2 things changed that immediately. 1. Pierre LaRouche, pinning me against the boars in a celebrity game like I was a ragdoll. 2. Watching Probert fight.
He was a man among boys. Here are NHL tough guys who were scared like little schoolkids when it came time to tangle with Bob. Hockey isn’t the same as it was back then, but what I wouldn’t pay for a Probert clone to be on Cleveland’s new NHL team when I land one. RIP sir. Nobody judges, but I hope we all learn from it.
Bring in the Cincinnati Cyclones. Just update it: The Cleveland Cyclones.