As you read this I’m probably in Calgary now visiting my two kids, getting bounced on by my two granddaughters, and bonding with the Montreal Canadiens 2027 first round draft pick, my new baby grandson, Cameron.
And while I’m here, I’m trying to get up enough guts to phone Bert Olmstead again.
A few years back, I did just this. I knew the old Habs’ great lived in Calgary and I phoned him then. He picked up the phone and I told him I loved the Habs and would he mind just chatting to me about his playing days.
It was like I’d asked him to walk ten miles and lend me some money. He got really gruff, told me to quit bothering him, and hung up on me.
And that ended my 30 second friendship with Bert Olmstead.
But Bert Olmstead was a great player. He originally replaced Toe Blake on the Punch Line, and spent seven solid years with the Habs before heading to the Leafs.
And do I have enough guts to phone him again? Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered.