Sure, I’ll Just Ask Jean Beliveau!
Okay, I’m a bit embarrassed by this. I mean, who asks Jean Beliveau for tickets?
I guess I did, although until I found this letter the other day, I had no idea I’d even done this. In fact, I still don’t remember, and when I looked at it, all I could do was scratch my head.
As mentioned the other day, I came across some letters I’d thought were long gone, and this Beliveau one is the third I’ve posted in the past week or so. It joins Red Fisher and Gerard Pelletier from the recently-found batch, along with Asking Sam Pollock to be stick boy and Frank Selke Jr. that I’d posted several years ago and which sit quietly in my scrapbook.
I’ll be showing more letters in the near future if you need your attention diverted, if just for a few minutes, from this pathetic season.