Goodbye Old Friend

by H.F. Salisbury
It is with mixed emotions that I write this post. On August 14, 1953, Winnipeg Stadium opened. This was roughly 17 years, 1 month, and 25 days before I was born (diehard ABF fans now can calculate my birthday to send gifts courtesy the blog). How could something that predated me have such a big memory impact on me. Certainly there have been good times at the stadium. There certainly have been frustrating times too. Here is a recap of the history of the facility as seen through my eyes.
Winnipeg Stadium as it was originally called has hosted a multitude of events over the years but is primarily known as the home of the Winnipeg Blue Bomber Football Club. It was actually their second home as they moved from Osborne Stadium to the newly constructed 15,700 seater. Their first game was a win over the Ottawa Rough Riders. The Bombers in their new home proved to be quite the draw resulting in North End seating expansion in the 60’s and the upper deck expansion in the 70’s. Natural grass ultimately yielded to turf and other than the name change in 2001 to CanadInns Stadium, for better or worse, the old place really hasn’t changed.
I barely remember it due to being so young but my father took me down to a Blue Bomber practice when I was about 4 years old. A friend of his on the team, one Mr. Tom Pharr, got us in and I watched practice from the very field my heroes were practicing on. It was a thrilling experience for a young kid. I’m pretty sure that this event was the spark that evolved into my love (and sometimes hate) affair with the Bombers.
I’ve only ever sat on the West Side to watch CFL games because as we all know, the East Side sucks. My father took me to many, many games over the years. It was fantastic father and son time. I learned lots from my dad about life and football. When his health was not fully cooperating, he’d flip me the tickets and I’d take a rotating cast of friends…. Reps, Crass, and even the odd date although the girls I liked usually didn’t like football which I attribute as the main reason those relationships didn’t work out.
Dad has been a fan of CFL football his whole life. For 40+ years he bet a nickel on every single CFL regular season game, giving and taking points, with my Grandfather (RIP H.F.S.). The playoffs were high stakes - a whopping ¢25 with a whole buck for the Grey Cup. After the dust settled, each year they would settle up with one paying the other something like ¢35… they remain the best at capping games to this day (sorry MLCC). Dad joked he’d use his winnings to buy his Bomber season tickets. He was a season ticket holder for 23 years. After he couldn’t go to the games anymore, I carried on the tradition and have been a season ticket holder myself for about 12 years; the bulk of which have been with Tony Tee Martin. Football wise, you could say our blood runs Blue.
The stadium has been a big part of our life with the relationship centered on the Bombers. The stadium doubled as home for other events too. It was the worst baseball park in the world for the Winnipeg Goleyes when they were born into existence in 1994. I’ve seen many events there over the years as well ranging from motocross sports, David Bowie, U2, Grey Cups, festivals such as the Another Roadside Attraction concerts, the Pan-Am Games, the Red River Ex free concert stage (the latter being the only time I’ve been on the East side and yes, I can confirm 100% it does suck on the East Side), and on and on…
Even with all these memories, another part of the stadium really stands out in my mind. As silly as it is true, it is the trough. Yes the trough in the men’s washrooms. No matter what public place I may be in, if there is a line up at the men’s washroom, someone ultimately says “This place sure could use a trough.” It is almost like some bonding moment when those in line all laugh under their collective breaths.
On the eve of our last ever Bomber game at the Stadium, a small part of me is nostalgic. A part of my youth is going to be leveled and replaced with a much needed state of the art stadium for next season. And make no mistake… we need a new facility. However, my hope is as much for us to win to get the Bombers to the big game as it is to send the old Stadium out in style. If the Bombers win, wonderful. If they don’t…. yet another frustrating memory of what could have been will be created. I truly hope that tomorrow after the game, I won’t have to draft another edition of the Crappy Honker Award.
Now, enough nostalgia… Bombers, I implore you to take down the Hamilton Tiger Cats and get to the Grey Cup. Give the 29,533 fans a solid smash-mouth football experience in the “house that Jack built.” GO BLUE!!!!!





