No need to write anything. I just love old programs, that’s all.
The front and back cover of a cool one, with Morenz and Joliat and the gang in the inside lineup.
I used to have this on video and I remember a few years back (quite a few years back) when my dad and I watched it and we got a good chuckle, even though it was supposed to be a serious drama.
It’s the great old film ‘King of Hockey’ from 1936, and it involves the star player of the New York Violets, Gabby Duggan, getting involved with some gangsters who want Gabby to throw the big game.
To add to the drama and suspense, Gabby goes blind for awhile, which throws a wrench into his hockey career with the Violets, not to mention his love life.
The one scene that stands out for me more any other, and the one which made my dad and I chuckle hardest, is when Gabby stickhandles down the ice with one hand on the stick and with the other he gives a nice, long wave to his girlfriend in the stands.
If you don’t want to know how this hockey classic ends, please look away now……..(Gabby thwarts the gangsters, wins the game, and gets the girl).
Fun clip of pure Canadiana, sent to me by Peyton Harper, with a somewhat surprising ending!
As mentioned on Hockey Inside Out, both Josh Gorges and Dale Weise might be suiting up for Wednesday’s game in Chicago.
All we need now is Brandon Prust and Travis Moen back, and hope everyone else is as healthy as a 40-year old Jack LaLanne when the real season begins.
Gorges is a left-handed shot, as are Francis Bouillon, Jarred Tinordi, and Douglas Murray, who’s back from his suspension after one more game. Somebody’s gonna take a rest there.
Dale Weise shoots right-handed, as does Rene Bourque and George Parros. So one of those fellows will also be having some down time.
I did a little Googling and found that the majority of Canadian hockey players, young and old, shoot left-handed, while the majority of Americans shoot right-handed.
It’s odd and there are different theories, none of which I had the time to try and understand when I was reading up on it.
And how do they know that folks young and old shoot more left or right? Because since curved sticks became the norm in the 1960s, American hockey manufactures say they’ve been shipping way more lefts than rights to Canada ever since.
It’s sort of the same with golf only different. Seven percent of Canadian golfers swing left, which is apparently the highest percentage of any nation. And the reason they give is because Canadians pick up hockey sticks at an early age and it’s therefore imprinted when it comes time to pick up a golf club.
European players are mostly left-handed shots too, and one site gives the example of the great Soviet teams of the 1980s, some of which never had even one righty on the roster.
I shoot right, write left, my fork is in my left, and I put my right shoe on first if you’re interested.
The Leafs had some fine teams once upon a time, and scoring a ticket for the normal hockey fan with no connections was tough. Almost impossible.
You’d think nowadays would be a cinch but I know it’s not. Maybe within the next few years I’ll give it a shot when the Habs play there.
A couple of replies from the Gardens back in the ’60s. And at least they replied.
Even though on the first one they spelled my name “Lane”.
I said I’d continue later and that’s what I’m doing. Continuing.
I was in downtown Montreal early, Danno and his clan wouldn’t show up from Ottawa for another couple of hours , so as I like to do, I walked the streets. And soon I heard excited voices on loudspeakers and people cheering.
I’d stumbled upon a Parti Quebecois rally in a park, and so I stopped and joined them.
Take away the signs and the voices explaining to the freezing crowd how great it would be if Quebec separated, the folks all seemed quite normal for being such treasonous, brainwashed enemies of the country.
Then I left because I didn’t belong. I’m a Canadian.
Onwards to Ste-Catherine St. where it began to snow, and I stopped for coffee at Nickles. From the window I saw many of the people who were at the rally walking by with their signs. They can only talk about breaking up the country when it’s warmer.
Down Ste. Catherines to another park where a bunch of people were having pillow fights, which was much more normal than being at a Parti Quebecois rally.
Then it was down to meet Danno and his dad and brother, and we went for pizza and then to the game.
And what a tremendous game to be at. Detroit is a skating club, as Montreal certainly can be, and it made for back and forth, clean and skilled action. Emelin thumped, Price was sharp, the DD line brought extra doses of buzz when they jumped over the boards, and the team found themselves with a nice 3-0 lead.
One of my favourites guys, Michael Bournival, opened the scoring in the first, Max would get his 39th of the season in the second, with the third scored shortly after by Brian Gionta.
It was happy times for almost all concerned. Not for Danno’s brother Bob and others, but for most of us.
And it was just after my mentioning out loud that a fourth goal would be nice, along with the fact that it seems that on many nights now Carey Price stands a fine chance of blanking the opposition, that Detroit scored three quick ones and it was tied.
Rarely do you see me as animated as when Gionta would notch his second of the night late in the third and Alex Galchenyuk get the insurance marker. I looked like a separatist in a park trying to break up the country.
It was certainly a terrific night to be at the Bell. The crowd was loud, the game was fast and at times tense, and being with the Danno clan was a joy.
Afterwards it was beer at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel bar, and then I hopped on a bus and made my way home.
Vive Les Canadiens. Vive Canada.
39 goals for Max. So great. And 40 is such a nice round number.
Wings outshot the Habs 37-26.
Quebecois Olympians at Sochi were introduced before the game, which was beautiful. Someday when I’m an Olympian I hope to be introduced at the Bell too.
Habs prospect Tim Bozon, looking great after his meningitis ordeal, was in the crowd and waved. Great to see.
Next up – Habs travel to Chicago for a date with the Hawks on Wednesday.
Below, Danno’s dad, brother Bob, and Danno enjoying nectar of the gods after pizza.
Left to right – Danno’s brother Bob, Danno’s dad Frank, me in the black vest, and Danno.
The Canadiens jumped into a 3-0 lead but only seconds after I let the “shutout” word slip out of my mouth because I was feeling confident and slightly tipsy, the Red Wings scored twice in 36 seconds, added another five minutes later, and the game was suddenly tied.
Only because I said the “s’ word.
But the Canadiens would score two more, win the game before a loud and enthusiastic crowd at the Bell Centre, and with that and the chance to spend some quality time with Danno and his dad and brother, the evening was just fantastic.
Now though, I need my bed. I’ll continue this later.
About six months ago Danno emailed me and said he and his dad and brother were coming to Montreal from Ottawa by train to see the Detroit-Montreal game on April 5th.
AND HE SAID HE HAD A TICKET FOR ME!
I’ll be at the game with Danno and his family!
I really only know Danno from this blog, although I met him and his wife in an Ottawa pub a few years ago. He’s come to this site for years, he encourages me, we’ve spoken by phone several times, and he’s been a great friend.
Now this. A ticket to the game, an Original Six matchup, and an important game for both teams.
Just a kind and awesome gesture by Danno to do this. I can’t properly describe what it means to me.
Looking for a big win tonight to make Danno, his dad, and me very happy. (His brother’s a Red Wings fan so I’m hoping for a great game and a loss for him).
Go Habs. Play hard, don’t get hurt, and if Habs equipment manager Pierre Gervais needs help with the sticks, I’ll be in the building to lend a helping hand.
It seems there are no normal games when the Canadiens and Senators play each other.
Friday night in Kanata saw a wild 7-4 win by the Habs over the sinking Sens after spotting Ottawa an early 3-0 lead.
It had been a dismal beginning for the Canadiens to be sure, shockingly finding themselves in a deep hole in under six minutes of play, but soon enough, pucks started finding their way behind a shaky Craig Anderson.
And when the dust had settled, the Canadiens had scored seven straight goals before Ottawa would notch a late one.
This was the same Craig Anderson who stoned the Habs last year in the playoffs. On this night, the Sens might have had better luck with Pamela Anderson.
The DDs burned it up again, with Max getting three plus two assists. Thomas Vanek had three assists and DD two.
I heard recently that some who study advanced stats have decided that because the DD line isn’t great defensively, they could hurt the team and should be broken up.
Talk about throwing water on a beautiful thing.
Guy Lafleur and Steve Shutt weren’t exactly defensive specialists either, but no one was complaining when they were popping 50 or 60 goals a season.
The way this game started, with three goals in under six minutes by Ottawa, it was certainly cause to be concerned. Was it one of those nights for Peter Budaj?
Were the Senators determined to pay back in a big way for being embarrassed at the Bell on March 15th?
Instead, Budaj was great. Tremendously sharp. The DD line would soon catch fire. And it all started when Andrei Markov bounced one in off Anderson from behind the line, near the side of the net.
Then it was off to the races, although the Sens would hit some posts and Budaj had to be sharp as a razor from time to time.
After Markov, the goals just kept coming, almost every second shot went in, and it became Weaver, then Max, Eller, Max, Max and DD, and it’s two big points and the Sens are basically screwed.
Shots on goal – Ottawa 43, Montreal 23.
P.K. Subban rode the bench for most the first period after not being harder on checks during a couple of Sens goals. PK would see a very low 13:39 of ice time.
I truly disagree with Michel Therrien’s methods regarding P.K. A Norris trophy winner being treated like a raw rookie.
There were several scuffles throughout, including Galchenyuk and Karlsson, Tinordi and Gryba, and Gally and Neil, with a player scrum developing from it. But all in all, it could’ve been worse. It could’ve been a Canadiens-Nordiques type of affair.
George Parros played while Rene Bourque watched from the press box, and George not only almost had an assist on the night, but was also sent out to cool things down when characters like Zach Smith and Chris Neil were getting overly obnoxious.
Max scored his 36, 37th, and 38 goals of the season and when one looks at the top four goal scorers in the league, it’s Corey Perry with 41, Joe Pavelski with 39, Max with 38, and Sidney Crosby with 36.
How great is that?
Next up – Detroit at the Bell Saturday night. Should be a beauty, but more about that later.
The Canadiens were in the midst of a three-game losing streak, scoring just three total goals in losses to Phoenix, San Jose, and Boston.
The Senators would be up next, in a game at the Bell on March 15th, but from the first drop of the puck it seemed the Habs had turned over a new leaf, with Daniel Briere scoring just 38 seconds in and many others coming close on several chances not long after.
The Canadiens looked like they truly had put aside the three losses and were about to get back on course.
Slowly but surely though, Ottawa began to take it to the Montrealers who seemed confused and disorganized after that good opening frame. It quickly became Ottawa’s game, and as the third period wound down, the Senators held a comfortable 4-1 lead and the Canadiens slump would soon reach four.
Ottawa fans smiled. Trickles of fans at the Bell slowly made their way to the exits. Another loss and again no offense from the Canadiens, with just one goal scored.
But at the 16:38 mark of the third, Lars Eller would send the puck past Ottawa goalie Robin Lehner to make it 4-2, although it was too late for any thought of a real comeback. Just not enough time. And they’d been outplayed.
Just over a minute later, at 17:56, that Brian Gionta would suddenly make it a 4-3 game, and eyes and ears perked up. What’s this? Could they score again?
And when Ottawa took a last-minute penalty and Carey Price went to the bench for an extra attacker, the impossible suddenly seemed downright possible.
And it was, with David Desharnais tying it with less than a second to go. And just 1:26 into overtime, Francis Bouillon bulged the twine and sent Sens players and fans to bed cursing.
Tonight these teams play again, in Ottawa this time, and will the mood be ugly? Will the Sens be an ornery team looking for revenge after their collapse at the Bell? Has a growing and heated rivalry been thrust into another gear, with bad blood now overflowing?
Can the Canadiens beat them and put what should be the final nail in the Sens playoff hopes?
Canadiens want home ice in the opening round of the playoffs. They also want no one getting hurt. Tonight’s an important game for all concerned.