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Practice Makes Perfect

While you were helping keep things going by working hard, Luci and I were at the Brossard barn to watch the Habs work out on the field and then on the ice.

Not once did Michel Therrien or Gerard Gallant call me down and ask for advice.

Why would that be?

Anyway, everyone seemed loose and in a good mood and I suppose that’s good.

Practice Notes:

Max wasn’t there.

Price likes to bug teammates by flipping pucks at them.

The lady at the coffee counter is quite attractive.



Rookie Camp

Went to the Habs rookie camp at the Bell Complex in Brossard on Friday at 2 pm. No one was there.

I saw a couple of people hard at work on their laptops, the ladies were puttering around at the food counter, and a few people with camera equipment were walking out.

However, I’m sure it was all very interesting when players were actually there, skating and shooting and doing all the stuff that rookies do at rookie camp. And there were some real standouts that I didn’t see and I’m guessing the goalies stopped quite a few pucks. I’m just unable to provide details.

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Go Downtown, Men

The Habs development camp opened today in Brossard, and it got me thinking. I’m only seven minutes from the rink, and they might need a stick boy!

This is the kind of guy I am. Willing to go to development camp to hone my craft before the big team calls me up for the big stick boy job.

I’ve been told that many Habs live in the Brossard area, and if the wives need me to make them more comfortable, I can be there in minutes. This is the kind of guy I am. Sacrificing my time for the good of the wives.

It also got me thinking. Why would millionaire players live in the suburbs when they can afford a luxury condo downtown? Maybe it’s why many players don’t want to play in Montreal. They’ve never experienced what they should be experiencing. It’s a vibrant downtown, full of this and that. Better than Toronto’s downtown. Better than Vancouver’s. Even better than Orillia’s.

And way better than Philadelphia’s.

Instead, they park themselves in the suburbs where it could be any suburb in North America. It’s not right.

Brendan Gallagher, for example, has been living at Josh Gorges’ place in Brossard. There’s the ridiculously nutty Champlain Bridge to cross, and I’ll bet young Gally is bored silly at home. Gorges and his lady should buy a condo on Crescent or St. Denis, let Gallagher help out with the mortgage, and they might never leave, even after their playing days are over.

And that goes for any of them. C’mon Habs. Smarten up.

Chris Nilan said he lived in Brossard when he played for the Canadiens, hated the traffic on the bridge, and as soon as he moved into the core he began loving his life. Of course, maybe he loved life just a little too much but that’s not my fault.

Was Erik Cole unhappy because he didn’t live downtown? Is it why his smile was wiped away prior to last season and he got ants in his pants?

Maybe guys don’t play well  because they didn’t live downtown. Where did Scott Gomez live?

And is Brossard the reason why the team hasn’t won the Cup in twenty years?

It’s hard to understand. If I didn’t work on the south shore and have to battle the bridge thing, we’d be downtown. I’m certain about this. Coffee and bagels at the corner cafe. Short walks to pubs and bars and maybe the odd licensed establishment.. Old trees and old streets. People-watching. Bird feeding. Walk everywhere. Relive the Richard Riot on Ste. Catherines. Whatever I want.

I’m homesick for downtown and I’ve never lived there.

These players have all this money and they’re missing something fantastic because they want the big squeaky clean mansion in Brossard. They live in the kind of places you have to change your socks so you don’t get the floor dirty and I don’t understand it.

I think they’ve been hit on the head a few times too many.


So There You Go


A long, long time ago, even before I was born, Montreal was founded.

Founded first by Natives, then Jacques Cartier, and later Samuel de Champlain who also founded Orillia, the gang parked their canoes and ships, joined in a friendly yet cautious way, and went for beer at one of the many outdoor cafes in the area.

One amazing coincidence about this part of Montreal, situated down by the old docks, is that you had the founder named Jacques Cartier and there’s also a street named Jacques Cartier. How weird is that?

The Natives and the explorers broke bread, gave high fives, feasted on a food consisting of chip-like substances with cheese melted over them, sprinkled with tomatoes and jalapenos, and took back to the Old World several of the many selections of Habs merchandise offered in shops along the streets.

Bob Cole has recalled times when he and Sam Champlain drank a lot of pops together, and they would moan about how they wished someone would invent hockey so they could use the Habs merchandise.

Horse and carriage roamed the area, and the explorers would take their wives for romantic rides to make them feel better after a three-month voyage and a lot of lousy fast food joints they’d discovered nearby in Brossard. It also helped them get laid, therefore leading to a huge population explosion which would create many good hockey players in the area.

And often the explorers would get lost as they explored, because with no technology in those early years, they had no way to upgrade their GPSs.

Montreal, or Hochelaga as it was called back then, would eventually expand to what it is today. Really big. Early diaries from Cartier and Champlain suggest that they’d predicted Hochelaga might only be as big as Orillia, which Champlain had discovered when he set foot just down the hill from the arena.

But that’s another story.

You can use this at school next year if you wish.


Below, the ship the first explorers sailed in to reach the New World. It’s been well-preserved, and when the mighty St. Lawrence freezes, they pick it up and store it in the Big O.

Below that, early native musicians entertain settlers with their raw and primitive sweet sounds. It’s amazing that this ancient photo even exists.

Down further, a sampling of what Cartier and others would take back to France after trading pounds of useless gold for the stylish Habs clothing usually preferred by the more macho men of the tribes.



Habs merch



Into Habsland

We’ve been in Montreal for more than four hours and I still haven’t seen Jean Beliveau.

Yes, Montreal. Finally back after only 26 years. I see the trees are bigger now.

It was straight to a hotel in Brossard, where we’ll set up shop for a few days while we find a place to live. And we did it even with the GPS voice blowing his brains out a few times and having us all over the place. He’s about to be fired.

I prefer the nice soothing voice of the Australian lady. If I wasn’t married, I’d like her to bear my children.

Being in Montreal now is slightly overwhelming, but I like to be overwhelmed. Otherwise I’d just get old and shrivel up. Now we’re here, in Habsland, 6500 kilometres from where we started, and I’m pretty darn happy about it.


I see that Tomas Kaberle has been bought out and it only cost the Habs three million to do so. The stench of Pierre Gauthier lingers.


We’re going for a drive to see the Bell Centre. Maybe Mr. Beliveau will be somewhere around there.

I’ll be back later.

Inconsequential Habs Report

I wasn’t able to be in Brossard today for the Habs’ on-ice drills, mainly because I’m 4912 km from there. So I missed Alex Galchenyuk do the Hurdy Gurdy on Peter Badaj. It reminded me so much of when I was…….never mind.

You can see young Galchenyuk undress Budaj at three basic places – TSN, Hockey Inside Out, and Darth. I chose Darth.  Galchenyuk shootout

Really, I have nothing more to say. You can read what went on in day 2 of training by people who were actually there, like Canadiens.com and Hockey Inside Out. I was way too far away.

The Vancouver Canucks held their training camp in Powell River back in the eighties and I see no reason why the Canadiens can’t hold their camp in Powell River some day. It’s just too hard to get to Brossard from the West Coast. I’m saying it isn’t fair. Hey Montreal citizens, we’ll let you have the Canucks at Brossard while the Habs come here. Change is good.

The wives are welcome too! I’ll make sure they’re comfortable while the boys are working out.

So it’s settled. Sometime in the next few years, Habs in Powell River, Canucks in Brossard. I’m excited! Thanks Montrealers.

Pre-Training Camp News

The Collective Bargaining Agreement has been ratified so now P.K. Subban can go ahead and agree on a new contract. Or not. Or probably. Or probably not.

Erik Cole may stay home after this shortened season comes to a close. Which drives home what I’ve been saying for years – mandatory retirement age should be dropped to 34 years old.

Hail, hail, the gang’s all here, with everyone gathering at the Brossard Complex, and with all that’s going on, maybe Habs brass could consider following in the footsteps of Olympics organizers and issue several thousand condoms for the athletes.

Rene Bourque will be better – he promised. Apparently he had a health issue last season. He was dead.

Scott Gomez is such a nice guy, and because of that, I think he should be placed on the first or second line and the first power play unit and given a big contract extension. Because he’s a nice guy.

I heard a sensational rumour about Tomas Kaberle planning on bodychecking someone this year but I don’t know if it’s true.

David Desharnias took advantage of the lockout by growing seven inches. The once-diminutive centreman is now a nice 6’2″. Good for David.

Brian Gionta, on the other hand, didn’t feel it was necessary to be taller, as Desharnais has done. “I’m too old to change,” said the captain as he climbed up on a stool to retrieve his car keys from the kitchen counter.




Avtsin Wants To Make Some Noise

Is it possible Pierre Gauthier has had this up his sleeve for awhile now and is ready to introduce the Montreal Canadiens’ secret weapon? Maybe we don’t need a high-priced free agent like Ilya Kovalchuk and the likes rolling into town and eating up crucial cap dollars.

Maybe Alexander Avtsin will put great big smiles on our faces.

Avtsin, property of the Habs, is 19 years old, a real nice 6’3, 198 lbs, and has been patrolling right wing for Dynamo Moscow of the KHL lately. The young fellow, (and this already puts a smile on my face) has broken his contract with Dynamo because he feels he can win a spot with the Habs this year, so he’ll be lacing up his skates in Montreal (Brossard) on Tuesday during the development camp.

There’s nothing like a big, strong, talented rookie surprising everyone, making the team, and raising eyebrows in the hockey world. It’s the stuff of legends. It’s what Scott Young used to write about in his kids hockey books, except for the part about Russian players.

Let’s hope Avtsin dazzles at Brossard and the team has no choice but to give him a spot on the big club. Henri Richard wasn’t supposed to make the club either in 1955 and was pencilled in to a minor league slot. Except during training camp no one could get the puck off him and he showed he was tough as nails against bigger guys, so he left the team no choice but to sign him and the rest is history. (Of course I’m not comparing Avtsin to the great Pocket Rocket. Only the possible surprise at camp).

Avtsin might be so sensational between Tuesday and October 7th that he’ll also leave the team with no choice, just like the Pocket Rocket did so many years ago.

Something to hope for in Habs universe.