I have to admit it. I miss der Habinator. We hit the wall not long ago, and an era ended. Not a long era, but a colourful one.
Der Habinator was a regular reader and commentor to this site, and I’m hoping that soon, I’ll look and there will be his name, and under his name a rambling, abstract commentary that veers off into different spheres, from hard-core Habs talk to pretty well every subject in the history of the world, from Mongolia to Montreal.
He reminded me, and I told him this, of some of the 1950’s beat writers, with long essays, often one- sentence paragraphs, that went from here to there and made you wonder what he was on about. But also, if you read, sometimes more than once, what he was saying, he made unusual and strong sense. He forced you to read carefully.
He was aggressive, funny, maddening, smart, outrageous, strange, controversial, confrontational, and complicated, sometimes all in one sentence. But I always knew he was someone who deserved his dues. He wasn’t just whistling Dixie, he had valid opinions, but you had to sort it out from his sometimes head-scratching meanderings.
I’m really hoping he comes back. I was only mad at him. I didn’t want him to leave home.
The Habs’ big year is coming up, and der Habinator knows his Habs. I’m gonna want his thoughts as the season unfolds.
It took me all of a couple of days to figure out that I need to say this. I hope the difficult and frustrating son of a bitch comes back.