This is the letter I mailed off this morning. (seriously)
Club de Hockey Canadien
1260 De La Gauchetiere Ouest
Dear Sir or Madam,
This letter is regarding the two young kids at the beginning of the game who are dressed in Habs uniforms, carry flags, and skate around the Bell Centre ice.
I would like to apply for this position.
I’m only assuming that there is no age limit for this task, but they look quite young and I am 57 years old. But I assure you I would carry out these pre-game activities to the best of my ability, in a serious and professional manner.
I realize that you probably have all your young kids already scheduled for this season, but this is fine for me. Next year works well also.
Even though I live in a semi-isolated place on Canada’s west coast, I can be in Montreal on short notice. I’m even available for a couple of games if one of the kids phones in sick.
The Montreal Canadiens have always treated their fans in a first-class manner, even though I wrote, as I’m doing now, but was denied the chance to be stick boy for one game in the early 1960’s. (Although Sam Pollock did send me a nice note saying why).
Thank you very much for your consideration. They say dreams do come true. Now’s your chance to make it happen for me before I join the Rocket and Boom Boom in heaven in another twenty-five years or so.
Been a loyal, unwavering Habs fan for more than 50 years.
Am a good skater and was a smallish yet shifty right-winger for Orillia’s Byer’s Bulldozers Bantam team.
Will buy my own uniform if you don’t want to do that.
My wife would be proud. And you have no idea how proud I’d be.