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Bobby Hull Showed Up

I’m probably not that interesting to guys like Bobby Hull. I’m shy and feel slightly uneasy. I don’t have much to say.

Although when he first came in to our offices on Thursday, I said to him, “There’s the guy who blew slapshots past Habs goalies.” And he replied, “And it was fun too.”

Bobby was an amazing player. A wonderful skater with a great shot. A guy with flair and Hollywood good looks. The ladies loved him. Hawks fans loved him. The rest of us admired him. Opposing goalies lived in fear.

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Happy Canadian Thanksgiving

For those unsure, I’m here to tell you that Canada is a magnificent, beautiful, friendly country, and I’m darn proud to say I’m a citizen.

It’s Thanksgiving Weekend up here in the true north strong and free, and to everyone, whether you’re a Canadian or not, Happy Weekend!

Also proud of the Montreal Canadiens and maybe it’s time to fire up the annual Scientifc Habs Information Tracking System (S.H.I.T.S.), which isn’t the shits at all. (Yes, it’s only three games, but what’s your point?)

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Howie Going For A Spin

I noticed the following picture on eBay recently.

It’s Howie Morenz as a teenager back in Stratford, Ontario circa 1920, riding in a 1902 Olds, the year he was born.

It was still a few years until he’d lace ‘em up as a rookie with the Habs. The beginning of a journey that saw him as the finest player of his generation and one of the greatest Montreal Canadiens of all time.

The seller was listing this original photo at $3200.00, which…. ahem….is way out of whack but who am I to say what someone should or shouldn’t do?

If he can find a buyer who’ll pay $3200.00 for this, more power to him. But truthfully, it’s closer to the $500 range.

It’s neat though.

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For The Sake Of…

For the sake of my sanity (and health) I need to back off from my blog for a bit.

I’ll be back, but I need to clear the mess building in my head. Which, as I’m perfectly aware, could lead to all kinds of health problems I’d kind of like to avoid at this time.

Some things have happened to close friend and to myself that makes me understand that I need to stop and smell the roses. I’m no spring chicken.

I need to take a break. It’ll be seven years in November that I’ve been faithfully doing this, with 4000 posts up. And until now, never missed a day of posting.

I’ll be back. Thanks.

 

 

 

 

Signing The Rogers/RDS Petition

Habs fans have been able to watch the team for all 82 games over the past years, thanks to French-language RDS covering them.

It’s been fantastic, something folks are used to, and a great way to learn some French at the same time.

“Et le but!!!”

Now it seems that because of a Rogers executive decision, RDS will be blacked out in homes west of Quebec, which is a catastrophe of epic proportions. It’s like a cruel joke. Heartless and cold.

So it’s time to sign a petition, which you can do by clicking here No Habs Blackout.

Thanks to Christopher van Dyke in Surrey, B.C. for taking the bull by the horns on this. Habs fans are getting the shaft and the problem needs to be fixed. It’s not too late.

 

Bell Number Eight?

Hard to believe that seeing a game at the Bell Centre only ranks number 8 behind Minnesota, Washington, Winnipeg, Tampa Bay, Philadelphia, St. Louis, and New York, but that’s what the Stadium Journey people have decided in their new 2014 rankings.

I was sure there was no better experience than being at the Bell. In fact I’m still sure, regardless of what they say. Number 8 definitely beats Ottawa though, which comes in at a dismal 29th.

Here’s the link with new ratings for all the barns – Stadium Journey Arena Rankings.

Stuff Before The Game

I think it’s worth mentioning that today the girlwatching during my walk around the little lake in the park was exceptional. Lovely creatures strolling about everywhere.

Maybe more than normal because word might have spread like wildfire that I was there in my shorts.

When God made women he was really at the top of his game. He gave 110%. There was no letting up. He took it one shapely curve at a time. A huge home run. And so on.

A lot of people wearing Habs shirts and hats were also enjoying the park. A little fresh air and nature before the big game is good.

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I was in a St. Hubert bar recently and it was just me and a women about my age sitting a few stools down. Neither of us were talking, but I had my iPad and because I had come across these neat pictures of different dogs with beautiful and unusual coats, I decided to show them to her, just to be friendly.

It took about five minutes to go through these different dog pictures, with me pointing out ones I really liked. Great pictures. Some really funny ones.

At the end of it, she told me she hated dogs.

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Walking around the lake, I came to the water fountain which happened to have a man and his dog standing nearby. I got within a few feet, preparing to press the button and have a drink, and the guy suddenly picked up the dog dish and started filling it with water.

He was in no hurry either, and filled it to overflowing while I waited. He hadn’t bothered when I was further away, only when I was two feet away.

What’s up with that?

 

 

 

Dear Wife

The title was supposed to be Dear Lucy and not Dear Wife, but I thought people might think it was about Lucic and we can’t have that.

My wife Lucy is in a Russia right now and she’s a huge Habs fan who happens to be missing this dramatic little thing we call the Habs-Bruins series.

She’s missed a lot, don’t you think?

Dear Lucy,

Game six was a beauty. Your favourite player Pleks was great. Your other favourite player Max came through in a big way. Your other favourite player P.K. carries on in his superstar ways. And one of your new favourite players Dale Weise flexed his muscles in front of Milan Lucic, mocking the thug for his actions in game five.

The boys skated and never stopped working, and your favourite player Carey Price, who reminds you of your son Denis, shut the door. And I’m happy to report that your favourite blond-haired player Lars, who you want to mother, has continued to shine.

I also want you to know that your favourite Russians (aside from your sons of course), Andrei and Alexei are crunching bones, giving Carey a hand around the crease, and making sweet passes, just like you knew they would.

You’d be so proud of the whole bunch of them.

The Bruins of course are oily greaseballs as you know, and they don’t represent normal North American humans, as you also know. More like those annoying Ottomans from a few centuries back that your ancestors disagreed with.

You really need to get up at 3 am and watch if you can find a channel showing it. Or have recorded Putin speeches and clips of him playing beer league hockey preempted everything else?

I know you’d be a nervous wreck and maybe it’s a good thing you’re in Russia right now and not watching it. And with you being away, the cat’s eardrums are finally healing after being near you when the Canadiens scored big ones in the Tampa series.

I just wish you were here so you could have seen how well they played in game six, and experience the excellent atmosphere around Montreal right now. It’s like the Bolshevik Revolution, only bigger and more important.

Could you also cook me some lasagna and mail it?

Miss and love you,

Dennis