"The New York Rangers signed his checks, but the Canadian's heart was always in the Twin Cities. In Manhattan, he could walk around for six hours and nobody recognized him. He hated that, the isolation he felt after he had signed with the Rangers this past summer. People close to Boogaard say he was bored and lonely in New York. When he suffered a season-ending concussion in December, things got even worse. He didn't leave his apartment for three weeks, shunning the light, and had containers of takeout food piling up on the counters."
Merrill further details Boogaards post concussion syndrome....
"In the months that followed, Boogaard wore sunglasses nearly everywhere because of light-sensitivity issues. He would become ill in the back of cars, his world spinning. Devin Wilson, a former junior hockey teammate who was his roommate in New York, said Boogaard would hold his head in agony during those dizzy spells and ask the cab driver to stop. Then they'd walk dozens of blocks, sometimes uphill, to reach his apartment on Manhattan's West Side."
...wow. Just sort of stunned by all this.
Merrill adds that Boogaard was also dealing with numerous physical issues from his time before signing with the Rangers...
"Long before his head hit the ice Dec. 9 in a game against Ottawa, the last game Boogaard would ever play, the man who was paid to scare, intimidate and pummel his opponents was dealing with his own share of pain. He broke his nose numerous times, which, coupled with his massive 265-pound physique, made him snore so loud that road roommates bought earplugs and pelted him with pillows. He had two bulging discs, and broke his jaw, his hand and some teeth.
He suffered two concussions in the past two seasons alone, but people close to Boogaard believe he probably had more. Boogaard had a tough-guy job, and for decades, an enforcer's mentality was to rub a little dirt on any injury and skate on. Enforcers didn't use the word concussion. They said they got their bell rung."
Merrill also recounts the events of his last night alive in Minnesota.
...this is a must read if you want to know what exactly was going on with Boogaard leading up to his death.
i also take issue with the title of this article. lonely in nyc? sure. but bored in nyc when youre a millionaire (and even if you arent)? c'mon. i dont mean to snipe here, (and my main point is) but im fucking sick of the speculation being mixed in with the facts concerning the life and death of boogaard. enough. RIP
isnt there a lot of hearsay in this? people close to boogaard... blah blah blah. people want to read into everything, including the journalist that wrote this article. don't get me wrong, im sad he's gone but to make a focus of his death how "unhappy" he was in nyc? i take issue with that. how many more articles are going to be written about his death and for how much longer? can we expect a good 4-5 days of coverage talking about what the doctors find after they examine his brain? fuck. RIP means, rest in peace.
Well I'm gonna say I think if Boogard resigned in Minnesota I don't think this happens. It's to go out start a fight sit in the penalty box, and then go sit on the bench for the rest of the game basically. Also, New York is a big place and tough to adjust to especially if your not used to cities. Sure, Minnesota's a city, but nothing compares to New York.
Just a sad, sad story. Very good article and an in depth look at the last days by Merrill ....Informative, very real and very sad...RIP.