Bob Probert

During his prime Bob Probert was the undisputed heavyweight champion of the NHL. In fact many experts rank him as the greatest fighter in hockey history.

He quickly built a reputation as a feared fighter who rarely lost. He had some legendary battles with Bob McGill, Tie Domi, Troy Crowder, Todd Ewen and Craig Coxe.

"Those old Norris Division rivalries back then sure were a lot of fun," he recalls

As his reputation spread across the league, he quickly developed an intimidating aura about him. He would play along side the great Steve Yzerman, but instead of watching what amazing trick Stevie Wonder would come up with next, I often found myself focusing in on what his right winger was up to.

That's how good Probert was. I rarely enjoy a hockey fight, it is not why I watch the game. But when I watched Detroit back in the late 1980s and 1990s, I was eagerly anticipating what Bob Probert would be up to on any given night. To watch him do his job was truly an event.

Years would go buy, and like most heavyweight champs he became the benchmark for the younger and stronger players, most of whom idolized Probert, to establish their own reputations. He rarely backed down, and always held his own.

"Probie was the epitome of a tough guy,'' Peter Worrell said. "He had a long career. I'm glad I'm not him. If you were waiting to prove yourself as a tough guy, you had to prove it with Probie. Now there's no legitimate No. 1 guy."


``I've got a lot of respect for him. He was tough as nails. The fights from his early days were scary to watch.''

All in all, Probert's 16 NHL season career featured an amazing 231 career fights, and his 3300 PIMs ranked fourth all time when he retired.

Lost in the bloodshed was the fact that was Probert was a very good hockey player. He was a top line player with Detroit for much of his stay there, often riding shotgun with Yzerman and Gerard Gallant. Five times in his career he scored at least 14 goals despite sitting out at least 237 minutes in penalties. In his best year was 1987-88 when he scored 29 goals and 62 points despite accumulating an astonishing 398 PIMs. That year he was invited to the mid-season all star game, and assisted on a goal by Wayne Gretzky. He was dubbed by some members of the media as the most intimidating combination of power and skill aside from Mark Messier.

In total he scored 163 goals and 221 assists for a solid 384 points in an 935 contests. Had he not faced so many suspensions, he would have easily topped the magical 1,000 game mark.

He was not the one-dimensional goon that so many of his contemporaries were. He established that he could play the game well, but he never shied away from his policeman duties. He was not only a better player than the other goons, but he was a better fighter. He had the most amazing balance on skates, and rarely went down. He also had that glare in his eyes that screamed "if looks could kill" that only enhanced his feared reputation. Probert entered every altercation with a huge psychological advantage.

Unfortunately for hockey's ultimate bad boy, Probert's life has been consumed with a bigger fight that he has never been able to win. Alcoholism and drug use plagued Probert while he played and after he retired. He was arrested six times for driving under the influence while he played in Detroit. He was also convicted of smuggling cocaine across the Canadian-USA border, a crime he served 90 days in prison for. He was also suspended by the NHL for life because of the incident, but had the ban lifted over a year later when he checked out of a substance abuse program. Despite his return, part of his prison sentence stated he was forbidden from leaving the United States, meaning he could not play road games in Canada let alone return home to southern Ontario until approximately Christmas, 1992. When he joined Chicago in 1994 he would crash his motorcycle in another drinking and driving incident and was suspended for the entire season.

Trouble has continued to follow Probert in retirement. Hopefully this hockey legend, a legend I happily admit to fearfully admiring, is finding his peace.