I met him when I was a season ticket holder at prudential center. Always loved him, so one day when we were sitting in the fire lounge for some STH promotion the first season at the rock, I bought him a hot pretzel during the first commercial break. Every game for the rest of the season- every single one- if he passed me in the concourse he would grab me, address me by name, and ask how my day was going.
This one time, I was walking to grab food before the game and saw him walking. I remembered hearing it was Fischler's birthday- so I told Chico to tell him happy birthday from a big fan. He grabbed me around the shoulders and told me to talk with him. We lapped the concourse, picking up fans along the way, until we had a crew of about 15 devils fans. We walked over to some door I'd never seen, I'm assuming an employee entrance, and when Stan walked out we all sang happy birthday.
On my Florida devils trip last year, I saw Chico and Bobby holik eating brunch at the hotel that I was staying. I didn't want to bother them so I just smiled and waved. Chico stood up, called me over, introduced me to Bobby, chico encouraged Bobby to flirt with my girlfriend in a friendly and funny matter. Later that day he saw us walking to the stadium and crossed the street to walk with us.
That night I met Kevin Clarke, who told me that everyone adores Chico but he is CONSTANTLY getting in trouble because he's late to everything because he's always talking with fans and being a goof.
He means more to me than almost anyone in the organization. He will be missed by everyone, but by me especially.
Love you Chico. Thanks for making a young fan feel so important.