If you’ve read my blog, you’ve probably seen Marjo’s name, as she comments quite often about the state of the game and the Habs. She’s a delight, and is a most excellent part of the family here. I’ve already offered her a management position when I own the team. I’m thinking “President Of Making The Organization Even Classier Than It Is” if she doesn’t mind.
Marjo emailed me the other day with a little story, and I asked her if it would be okay if I posted it. She said fine, so here goes:
“My two boys play hockey (one Atom and the other Peewee (and if I can add, these games are very often more exciting than the NHL)). Anyway, we were at my son’s Peewee game last night and I had to call up a goalie from another team (I manage my boys’ teams) because our goalie got stricken with a bad case of acute asthma which landed him in the hospital for two days (awful). Anyhow, walking into the arena, there was Geoff Molson! I came close to bombarding him with the usual questions he’s probably being bombarded with these days, but chose to respect his privacy. Besides, surely he was there to watch his kid play.
Later, I called our goalie’s mom to see how he was doing in the hospital and she said Moen, Subban and Desharnais came to his room for a visit (the Habs visited the children’s hospital yesterday) and he was cherished with autographs and gifts…
Also, every Sunday night I play hockey for a women’s team down the street. A couple of months ago, I was ordering a drink upstairs and standing beside me was this guy that looked very familiar. I said to him: ” For a minute I though you were Jaroslav Spacek!” and with a thick accent, he said: ” I AM JAROSLAV SPACEK!”. I asked him when he was going back to work and he said tomorrow. That was when he returned after being injured the first time….I see him pretty regularly every Sunday night, same time. His kid takes a powerskating class.
It’s a small world over here when it comes to hockey!!”