"I dropped the puck for a guy by the name of Crosby," New York Rangers and Boston Bruins legend Jean Ratelle said with a laugh. "I was talking to Sidney yesterday, he's a real gentleman. It just happened that I dropped it to him. That was really nice.
"I was going to pick it up, but he pulled it toward himself and he did."
Then, with a grin: "I wanted him to keep his strength for the game."
Many of the legends chose to watch the three 20-minute games, or portions of them, from seats reserved between a net and a faceoff circle. Others opened the door to a huge Staples Center suite, saw the astonishing spread of food and refreshments laid out, and chose to settle in there.
In fact, "settle" might be the wrong word. There were too many friends to visit, too many stories to share, to stay in one place for long.
Grandchildren might sleep a few days from now, given the sugar rush they must be experiencing from the sagging dessert table. The sons of Henri Richard and the late Jacques Plante each wore a jersey branded with the name of his father, and star-struck adult children didn't hesitate an instant moving from table to table to collect autographs.
They weren't the only ones. Montreal Canadiens defenseman Serge Savard wandered over to the table of Mark and Marty Howe, here to represent their late father, Gordie, the Detroit Red Wings icon.
"I have to tell you about the first time I played against your dad," Savard began, the Howe brothers signing the No. 18 jersey that had been put in front of them. "First faceoff. I'm right beside Gordie, the puck is dropped, I turn around, the play goes that way, everyone goes after it, and Gordie cross-checks me -- boom! -- across the back, almost through the boards. Of course, the referee was chasing the play, he didn't see it."
"It's amazing how that happened," Marty said with a laugh, not the first time he'd heard something along these lines.
Said Mark: "I'll bet you half the guys here today have their Gordie stories. And I've heard all of 'em."