That part of the journey was still decades away. He had Stanley Cups to win first - two as a player with the Philadelphia Flyers and one more as head coach of the Calgary Flames in 1989. His career took him all over North America - Boston, St. Louis, New York, Tampa Bay and beyond - his adoring wife, Sheila, by his side the entire time.
But Nashville - the city that has turned out to be their last on the hockey circuit - has captured their hearts, and it's where the Crisps will stay once Terry puts his microphone down for the final time at season's end.
Again, whether he knew it or not, it's a job he was destined to have, and no one tells a better story than Crispy. On Friday morning, ahead of a weekend full of hockey set to honor his career, he revealed that his gift of gab has always been prevalent.
"I think it was because I've been accused as a player of being a yapper on the ice and whatnot," Crisp laughed when asked about eventually turning to broadcasting. "When you're a third and fourth liner sitting on the bench as a player, you've got a lot of time to yap going out there. One night, we had one of the best referees ever - I loved him, Bill Friday - but I was yapping one night. I'm on the ice, and Bill does something, a bad call, and I'm up in his face and I'm giving it to him, and he's just looking like in the old times, old school, and he goes, 'Well, Crispy, I just gave you 45 seconds to make a complete fool of yourself. Do you need some more time?'
"And then [in Philadelphia with our head coach at the time] Fred Shero always used to say, 'Oh, yeah, Crispy is the coach. Just listen to him on the bench behind me. He's coaching, not me.' So, it was sort of just a transformation where I'm the coach, and then after coaching, I was still yapping. So, where else can you go to yap but on radio or TV?"