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The FACC Coming Up Fast

Forget about the NHL playoffs, it’s good and all that, but the First Annual Classic Challenge goes in a week and I’m sort of ready.

A day off with pay for is at stake. Are you kidding me?

Classic Auctions employees, wives and kids have been split into two teams and I’m thankful we have five-year old Leo Brodeur on our team. Leo burned it up in atom action this year and I`m expecting big things from him.

Luci’s not playing because she’s never been on skates. And a few years ago she took shots at the Hockey Hall of Fame with a radar gun clocking it and the puck went about two miles an hour. So she’s not ready.

I’m ready, although I’d only played in two beer league games in Powell River in 1996 or so, played a little bit about ten years before that, and played 20 years before that when I was a smallish yet shifty right winger for the Byers Bulldozers Juveniles.

So if I do the math, that’s just a few games played in almost 50 years.

But I have new skates, and because I have no other equipment, I’ve borrowed two different Habs game-worn gloves from work that almost match. I’m expecting magic from those gloves.

I’ve been loaned shin pads but I think they’re going to be too heavy so I plan on making cardboard ones. And also from work is a helmet with a cage. I’ve never worn a cage before but I need to protect my devilish good looks.

I suppose I should buy a cup and jockstrap but maybe I can just tape on a lid from a small preserving jar.

Yes, the NHL playoffs are exciting, dramatic, tense, beautiful, and thrilling. But they’re not the First Annual Classic Challenge.

 

 

 

 

Leo The Really Good

The little boy you see in these two videos scoring all these goals is Leo, the son of a co-worker of mine.

Every time I ask how Leo did in any of his games, it’s always that he scored seven or ten etc.

Leo only just recently turned 5, and in the first video, you see him get twelve points in a game, and in the second, he notches his 100th goal of the season. He reached 103 that game.

This kid is going to be the new Gretzky or Lafleur or  Crosby.

Keep the video and check it out again in about fifteen years, when Leo Brodeur is in the NHL

Butch’s Stuff

My boss and cofounder (with his brother Claude) of Classic Auctions, Marc Juteau, along with Classic’s marketing wizard Mathieu Morin, are seen here at a recent press conference regarding the selling of Emile “Butch” Bouchard’s 1955-56 Canadiens sweater along with his all-star sweaters and other great things in the present auction.

Marc is the one in the white shirt and tie, while Mathieu is on the left.

Marc began this business from scratch in 1994 and turned it into the biggest and best hockey auction house in the world.

Here’s the link – Butch Bouchard Collection

Up For Grabs

The new catalogue is out, and our Winter 2014 auction at Classic Auctions goes online Tuesday, January 27.

Below is a small sampling of the nearly 1400 pieces up for bids, including game-worn jerseys from Butch Bouchard, Bert Olmstead, Henri Richard, Terry Sawchuk, Vladislav Tretiak, the Hanson brothers, and Sidney Crosby.

This is the kind of stuff I handle and write about every day.

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A Night To Remember

The 2014 Winter Auction is coming up soon at Classic Auctions, and one of the lots we’re putting up are the three Charlestown Chiefs jerseys worn by the Hanson brothers in the movie Slap Shot.

There should be a fair amount of buzz about this.

And mentioning the auction is a good way of getting to my Hanson brothers story.

The Hansons came to Powell River in the late-1990s to do their schtick before a Powell River Kings/BCHL game, towing along the back of the zamboni, pretending to be unruly, and generally being very amusing for the fans.

Before they went up to the arena, they came into the little sports bar my friend and I owned, all decked out with their taped hands, horn-rimmed glasses, and Charlestown Chiefs jerseys, and ranted about “old time hockey”.

It was prearranged and they did it for free.

After the game, two of the three Hansons (Jeff and Steve Carlson), came back to the pub, I locked the door, and the three us sat at the bar and drank beer and talked hockey until 5 am. They were both tremendously friendly guys, completely down to earth, and I remember them talking a lot about how they thought Jaromir Jagr was such a great player and how Paul Newman was a wonderful guy.

We drank a lot of beer that night, I had to open the bar a few hours later with a hangover, and the Hanson brothers left town for another gig in another town. All in all, a fine night indeed.

I might be talking to them on the phone soon, and if so, I’m going to ask if they remember that night in Powell River. Maybe they won’t.

But I’m hoping they do.

Three-Foot Perreault

The Buffalo Sabres, the team the Canadiens meet on Wednesday evening, once boasted one of the greatest players in the game, the magnificent Gilbert Perreault, who could dangle and dazzle with the best of them.

Nowadays, it’s almost as if he’s become a bit of a forgotten superstar for some reason, which is an absolute shame. The guy was amazing.

After starring for the Montreal Jr. Canadiens in the late-’60s, he would play 1191 games, all with Buffalo, scoring 512 goals and adding 814 assists for 1326 points, and in 1990 was inducted into the Hockey Hall of fame.

He would’ve looked just excellent in a Habs uniform.

This big Gilbert Perreault bobbing head doll towers a whopping 3 feet high, is one of only 100 produced, and stands in the showroom of Classic Auctions.

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My New Jacket – And A Roy Faubert Tale

A couple of folks asked to see me in my new jacket that once belonged to Habs scout Roy Faubert, so here it is. They didn’t tell me when I bought the camera that it makes people look old and homely.

The jacket almost fits. If I get the sleeves shortened an inch or two, I’ll wear it on special occasions.

Also, Dave Stubbs of the Montreal Gazette did some digging and came up with a story about Roy Faubert in the Orillia Packet and Times from 2005, which you can see under the picture.

Roy died in 2007.

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The Packet & Times (Orillia)
Tue Aug 2 2005

Fan relives glory days with hero: Former Maple Leaf Wally Stanowski pays visit to Orillia resident

The Whirling Dervish cracks open a can of beer, stuffs some tobacco into his pipe and is more than ready to spin a few yarns.

At 86, Toronto Maple Leaf legend Wally Stanowski has made the trip from  Etobicoke to Orillia for a visit with one of his biggest fans, Roy Faubert, 82.

“He could skate. Oh my God, could he skate,” said Faubert, an eyewitness to how the former star defenceman earned his nickname.

On Sunday, the Winnipeg native relived the glory days with Faubert at the Leacock Care Centre, a treat made possible through the retirement home’s own Make a Wish program.

“He said he idolized him,” said Debbie Allen, life enrichment co-ordinator at the centre.

In his day, Stanowski was a skilled skater who entertained fans with breathtaking on-ice acrobatics and stellar plays. He helped the Leafs win four Stanley Cups between 1942 and 1948.

Faubert, a retired National Grocers manager and a Royal Canadian Air Force veteran, moved to the retirement home a couple of years ago.

“Basically, I had a couple of major falls and they put me out of business.” Now in a wheelchair, he’s undergoing therapy, but it’s “slow and tedious,” he said.

Faubert — a former hockey player and coach who even scouted for the Montreal Canadiens — was talking about Stanowski with a member of the staff about two weeks ago. So, the staff set their newly drafted make-a-wish program into motion to have Faubert meet Stanowski, Allen said.

Moments before his big meeting, Faubert was brimming with youthful anticipation. When the former hockey great made his entrance, Faubert smiled widely and reached from his wheelchair to shake the hand of his hero.

“They spelled my name wrong out front,” barked Stanowski in an abrupt yet charming icebreaker met with sheepish laughter from staff. Two minutes pass and the two, like old friends, are already lost in tales of another era, amid the clicks of digital cameras.

A little later, Stanowski’s son Skip, 60, suggests everyone step onto the patio for a beer. “Yeah, let’s have a beer. It’s time,” the old defenceman replies. It’s 10:15 a.m.

The Whirling Dervish hops up and helps wheel his octogenarian fan outside for that beer and more memories. “I keep thinking of the old days and your forward line,” said Faubert, listing some of Stanowski’s contemporaries. These days, most of them have passed on.

Stanowski’s colourful narrative takes Faubert back to a raw epoch when players had to take on second jobs to survive and even resist the bribes of conniving bookies. “No strike, no agents, no pension,” he said.

Stanowski played in the National Hockey League with the Toronto Maple Leafs and New York Rangers before hanging up his skates with the Cincinnati Mohawks of the American Hockey League in 195 A morning of magical hockey nostalgia brings back sweet memories for Faubert.

Toward the end of the pair’s trip down memory lane, Allen brings out a black-and-white portrait of Stanowski as a young man in his Maple Leaf uniform. Stanowski autographs it.

“Wonderful. Just fabulous,” said Faubert. “I enjoy his memories and all that stuff.” Still, at the end of the exciting morning, Faubert admits he is tired.

But it couldn’t have been for a better reason.

Bench Made By………..

With Saku Koivu and his Anaheim Ducks in town tonight, I thought now is as good a time as any to present the following.

You just might be surprised to know that the bench below, made from hockey sticks and which sits in the lobby of Classic Auctions, was made by none other than………..

Saku Koivu’s wife.

Seriously.

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Lars Eller Day At Classic

Lars Eller was at Classic Auctions for a few hours on Sunday to sign pucks and jerseys and photos, and Luci and I were there to help out.

Luci helped at the entrance table, and I stood around a lot and unwrapped some puck holders.

But I talked to Lars a little bit and I’ve come away knowing that this is a nice and polite fellow who seems a bit shy, and the kind of guy that Luci and a lot of other women would like to mother and the kind of guy who makes me feel really freaking old.

I wanted to ask him if he’d put in a good word for me about the stick boy job but I figured he might think I was a raving lunatic so I didn’t. Was I wrong not to ask?

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And in non-Lars news, Classic Auctions is in the Guinness Book of Records for the following -

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