100 Years Of Heroes And Dreams
December 3, 2009 in Bell Centre, Bernard Geoffrion, Carey Price, Doug Harvey, Guy Lafleur, Henri Richard, Howie Morenz, Jacques Plante, Jean Beliveau, Ken Dryden, Maurice Richard, Montreal Canadiens, Patrick Roy, Toe Blake Tags: Alex Kovalev, Aurele Joliat, Bill Durnan, Boom Boom Geoffrion, Brian Gionta, Butch Bouchard, Carey Price, Detroit Olympia, Didier Pitre, Doug Harvey, Elmer Lach, George Hainsworth, Georges Vezina, Guy Lafleur, Habs sweaters, Howie Morenz, Jack Laviolette, Jacques Plante, Jean Beliveau, Ken Dryden, Larry Robinson, Mats Naslund, Maurice Richard, Montreal Canadiens 100 years anniversary, Montreal Forum, Newsy Lalonde, Patrick Roy, Saku Koivu, Toe Blake
A hundred years of heroes and dreams. A hundred years of men donning the sweater and taking to the ice. A hundred years of kids watching and reading about, dreaming and becoming. From the time Didier Pitre took a pass from Jack Laviolette and slid it over to Newsy Lalonde, little boys donned the sweater, the bleu, blanc, et rouge, and they became Pitre and Lalonde and all those who came later.
From the time Georges Vezina began stopping pucks for Les Canadiens, little kids wanted to stop pucks too, on lakes and ponds and old rinks throughout, and when they wore the sweater, they made the saves with people cheering them, and for all those winter nights near their homes, they were Georges Vezina.
Like magic they became Howie Morenz and Aurele Joliat, Toe Blake and George Hainsworth. They wore the sweater on nights so cold it should be illegal, slapping old rubber balls into snowbanks, stopping cow pies on slews, deking friends and sisters and little kids on the pond. wearing the red or white sweater with the simple and beautiful CH crest sewn on front.
They became the Rocket, and Lach, Bouchard and Harvey, and they saw the game in their dreams. Behind the skaters they were Durnan and Plante crouched by the net, and when the time came, they were the Boomer and Big Jean scoring on the power play. It unfolded at the Forum and the Olympia and Conn Smythe’s old barn and the outdoor rink frozen in winter at the baseball field. And kids heard them on the radio and saw them in black and white and shuffled their bubblegum cards, wearing the sweater and becoming anyone they wanted to be, just when they wanted to be.
The wore the sweater when the Pocket Rocket wouldn’t give up the puck, when the Boomer boomed, and when the Gumper kicked out his pads. They opened boxes at Christmas and there was one to put on right away, and they were Ken Dryden and Lafleur and the Big Bird. And their kids and kid brothers wore the sweater when Patrick Roy and the Little Viking, and then Kovalev and Koivu, graced the ice. Now new guard takes their place, and kids are becoming them too.
They said goodbye to the Forum and to the Rocket and all those others who went when it was time and when it wasn’t time, and they wiped little drops of tears from their sweater. And they smiled and clapped and looked above as they watched the sweaters of their heroes raised triumphantly to the rafters.
Now, every night, the Bell Centre is packed with young and old, still wearing the sweater of the Montreal Canadiens. It’s been a dream for a hundred years. We are Georges, Howie, the Rocket and Guy. We’re Patrick and Saku and Price and Gionta and Markov.
We wear the sweater whether we have a sweater or not, and we celebrate.