When I Grow Up


When I grow up I’m going to be a high school dropout, do a lot of nasty drugs, turn my parents into nervous wrecks, drink too much, move all over the place, work a lot of different jobs, get married a couple of times, and wonder why my kids never call me.

I’m going to meet Toe Blake and the Rocket, see the Beatles at Maple Leaf Gardens, end up working to retirement on the West Coast, and instead of retiring, move to Montreal to do a job I’d really wanted to try for years.

And in the same year I move to Montreal, my Canadiens battle in the third round of the Stanley Cups playoffs against the Rangers after taking out the Lightning and Bruins.

But until then, I think I’ll just play a little hockey.

5 thoughts on “When I Grow Up”

  1. There is a lot of passion in that little boy’s heart.

    It’s that passion that makes the Habs a legendary team.

  2. That is one heck of a story and it rocks , sounds a lot like a lot if things good Habs fans have been doing for years . Keep on rockin’ in the free world ‘ . And don’t ever let up the posts , I look forward to them every day 🙂

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