Provost, And Three Unrelated Photos
December 8, 2012 in Bernard Geoffrion, Bobby Hull, Chicago Blackhawks, Dickie Moore, Doug Harvey, Henri Richard, Jacques Plante, Jean Beliveau, Maurice Richard, Montreal Canadiens, Toronto Maple Leafs Tags: 1967 Ford Fairlane, Allan Stanley, Bernard Geoffrion, Bill Head, Bobby Hull, Claude Provost, Dick Irvin Jr, Dickie Moore, Doug Harvey, Dr. Doug Kinnear, Henri Richard, Maurice Richard, Orillia, Terry Sawchuk, wrestling
Four photos that have nothing to do with each other. But anyway.
Below all these words, Claude Provost, Terry Sawchuk, and Allan Stanley chase after the puck. After that, a ’67 Ford Fairlane ad from an old Life magazine, then a wrestling poster I took off a telephone pole in Orillia, and finally, an Aqueduct poster I borrowed from a New York subway car.
But first, before you’re dazzled by the photos, a little about Claude Provost.
Claude Provost was an unheralded fellow with the Habs during the late ’50s and throughout the 1960s, but who wouldn’t be unheralded, playing on a team that included the Rocket, Beliveau, Geoffrion, Plante, Harvey, Moore, Pocket Rocket et al? But he was a key guy, a right winger who shadowed the league’s top left wingers, particularly Bobby Hull, who must have had nightmares about this fine player whom I’m hesitant to call a grinder. After all, during the 1964-65 season, Provost scored 27 goals and in the playoffs that year became known near and far for the number he did on the Golden Jet, limiting the flashy balding blond to just one goal and two assists en route to the Habs 13th Cup win.
Hull must have thought that when he went to bed at night, he’d wake up with Provost between him and his wife.
Claude Provost died of a heart attack when he was only 51, which is quite disturbing. He was way too young.
And this – from Dick Irvin’s great book The Habs, a little story by Dr. Doug Kinnear, the Canadiens physician back then:
“I was covering the first game of my hockey career and Claude Provost got cut by a high stick. They signalled to me from the bench so I went to the clinic and saw that he had a deep laceration on his forehead. The cut was about two inches long. It was my job to do the stitching and the first thing I did was ask for the freezing. Bill Head was the therapist in those days and he shook his head to give me the signal that hockey players do not require cuts to be frozen. I swallowed hard, took the needle and the sutures, and proceeded to sew up the laceration. Then I said, “Claude, you’d better go next door, lie down and rest for a while.” He said, “Thanks Doc,” jumped off the table, headed back to the bench, and was on the ice for his next shift. That was a revelation to me.”
And now, the other three photos that have nothing to do with each other or Claude Provost..