I would have to say that in this summer, when it was sweltering in the east and sweltering in the west too (in September), that pretty well every angle of the Montreal Canadiens was covered by many. Prospects, rookies, veterans, players traded to and from, free agent signings, predictions, possible line matchups and the complaints of Andrei Kostitsyn have all been written about in fine fashion at various sites.
Here at this blog it’s been old Habs Stanley Cup wins, Bobby Orr riding a donkey, palm trees, Canada Cups , bipolarism, my Habs-coloured park bench, Brent Sopel and Russ Courtnall’s houses on the market, and a few brief words about Brad Marchand.
But there’s a group of Habs people who are just taken for granted, I don’t think its right, and I’m trying to do something about it. So hats off to those wild and crazy beer, hot dog, and popcorn vendors at the Bell Centre.
At the Bell Centre you’re helped by smiling faces in one of the two official languages. Quite a few of them work like Speedy Gonzales on crystal meth, getting you your two beers in record time. It would suck if they were slow. We could miss a Scott Gomez goal.
They work away, poring and filling up and grabbing buns, and they can hear the cheers and boos coming from the other side of the wall. This is why I could never be a beer, hot dog, and popcorn guy. Because I’d be pissed off all the time that I’m missing everything on the other side of the wall.
The beer is cold and delicious, unlike in Boston where most drink Pink Ladies anyway. The hot dogs at the Bell are almost as great as the ones that were served at the Forum, and you’d like to eat more but your stomach only has so much room and who’s going to argue with more beer?
And how do Bell Centre hot dogs compare with, say, Boston hot dogs? Well, the hot dogs in Boston don’t measure up and there’s a distinct lack of dogs and cats running around the neighbourhood.
I’ve neglected far too long the importance of the Bell Centre vendors, but better late than never I guess. Keep up the good work, vendors. And don’t take any shit from your boss.
Please note: I’ve never been to the Bell. I moved to the other side of the country before it was built. But I’m quite certain, have no doubts whatsoever, that the Bell Centre workers are salt of the earth.
PS. Never been to the TD Banknorth Garden in Boston either.