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It Happened Like This

It was May when Brandon Prust called Senators coach Paul MacLean a “bug-eyed fat walrus”, not long before the Canadiens bowed out to the Sens in five games.

What does that mean? Nothing. I’m just babbling. And I like the quote.

In June, the Chicago Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup, the Canadiens grabbed lanky forward Michael McCarron along with Jacob de la Rose, goaltender Zachary Fucale, and Artturi Lehkonen in the 2013 Entry Draft, Brendan Gallagher was edged out by Florida’s Jonathan Huberdeau for Calder Trophy/rookie of the year honours, and P.K captured the Norris Trophy and rightly so.

And Luci and I hopped in the car and moved to Montreal.

July saw big George Parrros and little Daniel Briere signed by the Habs, I started my new job, Chris Chelios, Brendan Shanahan, Scott Niedermayer, Geraldine Heaney, and Fred Shero were announced as new Hall of Famers, and P.K. and Carey Price were officially invited to Canada’s National Team orientation camp which would ultimately become a ball hockey game.

In August, Douglas Murray was signed by the Canadiens, I bought Dylan’s Blond on Blond CD, my brother came to visit me, and hoodlum Whitey Bulger, whose ex-girlfriend’s daughter was once married to Knuckles Nilan, somehow ended up with a 1986 Stanley Cup ring. (Whitey’s about to get sentenced to life).

September saw rookie camp get underway at Brossard, a guy robbed a bank in Orillia wearing a Habs hat, the Canadiens pre-season exhibition games kicked off, Danno sent me a hockey card I didn’t have, and Michael Bournival and Jarred Tinordi got the news they were staying with the big club. (Tinordi’s down in Hamilton at the moment).

October began with a loss to the Loafs during which George Parros conked his head in a fight and was gone for a month, Ryan White shaved his long blond locks, Daniel Briere suffered a concussion, Max got hurt, Leaf great Allan Stanley passed away, the Red Sox won the World Series, Alexei Emelin signed for four more years, and the Hockey Inside Out Summit kicked off at Hurley’s on Crescent St.

In November, Parros came back with his mustache missing, I bought a sports jacket, Toronto’s mayor made a whack of headlines, a Michel Therrien/PK Subban soap opera picked up steam, Gaston’s still an asshole, and the Canadiens have lost all four games they’ve played this month.



Knuckles’ Ring Thing

Whitey Bulger says Chris Nilan gave him Chris’s 1986 Habs Stanley Cup ring. Chris says he didn’t.

Who to believe.

I believe Knuckles. You think I’m going to take the side of an 83-year old Boston mobster, found guilty of a bunch of gangland murders and various other activities? And he’s from Boston so he’s probably a Bruins fan. No way I’m siding with a Boston mobster who cheers for the Bruins.

I’m going with the guy who played for the Montreal Canadiens. A guy who stuck up for his teammates every time he stepped on the ice. A blue-collar guy. A team guy.

That, and Mr. Nilan seems like a nice enough fellow when I hear him on TSN690 talking about his long and bumpy road.

But I have to admit, when I first heard this story, I thought that it might have been something Chris could have done when he was living a life of hangovers. I can see it happening. But he says he didn’t and that’s good enough.

Knuckles used to be married to the daughter of Whitey’s ex-girlfriend. That’s not even close. That’s like saying my aunt’s cousin’s nephew was lead singer for Iron Butterfly.

Chris says he gave the ring to his dad, and when GM Serge Savard heard about it, he ordered another one made for Chris. This is an all round feel-good story.  And it’s as cool as it gets, being in the position to give dad your Stanley Cup ring. Not to some guy who doesn’t exactly have a 9 to 5 job.

It’s a crazy story. And maybe Whitey thinks the ring’s real but it’s actually one of those knock-offs you can buy on eBay for fifty bucks.

I’m on Chris’s side on this. I don’t trust mobsters.