{"id":98965,"date":"2017-02-09T12:29:16","date_gmt":"2017-02-09T18:29:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.uscho.com\/big-ten-blog\/?p=1007"},"modified":"2017-02-09T12:29:16","modified_gmt":"2017-02-09T18:29:16","slug":"my-truly-unforgettable-friend-jeff-sauer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wwwproxy.uscho.com\/2017\/02\/09\/my-truly-unforgettable-friend-jeff-sauer\/","title":{"rendered":"My truly unforgettable friend, Jeff Sauer"},"content":{"rendered":"
This is the second time in a year that I’ve written about the death of a coaching legend, and this is the fifth time in a week that I’ve attempted to say what I’m saying now. Writing about Ron Mason last summer was difficult. Writing about Jeff Sauer feels impossible. Every time I’ve begun this little remembrance, I’ve been halted by my own tears. That’s because I loved Jeff Sauer. Everyone who knew him did, and I was lucky enough to know him a little.<\/p>\n
I’m not going to talk about Jeff’s success as a coach or how well he was respected among his peers or even how good he was to the press. I have a couple of stories to tell, stories that reveal a little about Jeff and his place in our college hockey family.<\/p>\n
I met Jeff Sauer when I first started covering hockey for USCHO in the 1996-97 season, when he was head coach at Wisconsin and I was learning the CCHA beat. The Frozen Four was in Milwaukee that year and that’s when I met everyone there was to meet. Truthfully, I don’t remember much about my first meeting with Jeff, but I do know that from that point on, we ran into each other frequently, either on the rare occasion when I covered Wisconsin hockey or socially through hockey – in a press box, at a party – and I remembered him every single time.<\/p>\n
He, however, did not remember me. Not at all. Every time we were introduced, it was as though he’d never met me before. Half a dozen times or more we’d be introduced, Jeff would shake my hand and look at me as though I were a brand-new acquaintance, and I’d immediately know that this wasn’t my last first introduction to Jeff Sauer.<\/p>\n
This included an otherwise memorable night at a gathering in a hotel room in Albany in 2001, one of the epic parties that were once thrown at Frozen Four gatherings, a night during which I was the only woman in the room, at least for a little while. I can tell you who else was there, what I was drinking – it wasn’t soda – what we were watching on television and something about the hockey NIT and a phone call or two to ESPN, but I won’t. I will tell you that Jeff was standing near the door, also not drinking a soda, and there were maybe 20 people in the room – the night was young – and Jeff suddenly noticed my presence and blurted loudly, “Hey! There’s a chick in the room!”<\/p>\n
Everyone laughed. I’m sure someone told him who I was. At the time, I was also sure that he’d finally remember me when we next met. I was wrong.<\/p>\n