If you hate the Habs, you might want to stop reading right about now. Although if you hate the Habs, you’re probably not on this page anyway.
Fans of teams in western Canada must really like it when the boys come to town. I’m pretty sure about that. I used to think it would bug the hell out of them with all the Canadiens sweaters in the crowd and loud cheers and such, but now I think these folks like it, even if they’re ashamed of themselves for liking it.
There’s a cool aura about the Habs, although many say otherwise. It comes up all the time about how the aura is gone. It’s hard to hear that. People who say this sort of thing aren’t taking our feelings into consideration.
This is the team many of these western fans’ moms or dads, aunts or uncles, grandmas or grandpas cheered for, and it doesn’t matter that they themselves grew up preferring Lanny McDonald or the Sedins, they’re screwed and they come by it naturally.
The Canadiens are in their bloodstream and unless they go to Switzerland and get a complete oil change like Keith Richards apparently did, there’s nothing they can do about it.
Of course they want their team to kick ass. But it’s a special visit anyway.
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.
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?)
Canadiens win 3-1 in Chicago.
Good night. I’ll continue tomorrow.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?