When I decided to move out west in 1990, one of the things I thought about was that I may never see the Habs play live again. I was used to seeing them several times a year, as I lived in Ottawa and various other places within driving distance of Montreal, and the Forum was only a couple of hours or so away.
I saw them play a few times in Calgary, and once each in Edmonton and Vancouver, but I’ve never been back to Montreal, where the atmosphere and magic of watching hockey certainly must be in a league of its own.
I was at a playoff game at the Forum once when the boys stormed back from being behind and beat Boston. The crowd was in a frenzy, the noise was deafening, and it felt like the roof was going to blow off the Forum and scatter pieces down Ste. Catherines Street.
I miss this type of thing so much.
And Wednesday night, with the Bruins in town, the Bell Centre will have it’s own electricity, as the Habs open the season with a team that could win it all, and I feel that diehard fans haven’t been this excited in years.
I know I haven’t been.
I wish I could be there, to soak it all up, to watch my team, and to relive old and glorious memories.
And to see the Canadiens beat the shit out of the Boston Bruins.