The Flying Frenchmen and The Big, Bad, Bruins

During the Stanley Cup playoffs, there are two teams who should never be counted out – the defending champions, and the Montreal Canadians” – The Great One , Wayne Gretzky.

I hope you noted,

I’m not saying this,

Wayne Gretzky is.


the Greatest hockey player,

that ever lived,

Gretzky is The Great One,

after all:-)

You must have gathered.

The Habs won last night,

3-1 against the Bruins,

in Boston,


On paper,

Boston is a better team,

too bad they don’t play hockey on paper:-)

In the history,

of playoff play,

we have met,

the Bruins 32 times,

they have won 8 times,

they are often the better team,

on paper,

musn’t get cocky, but, must believe it is essential.

In the Seventies,

which is as far back,

as I can remember,

we had great teams,

they had great teams,

they had Bobby Orr,

and Phil Esposito,

we had Lafleur,

and Ken Dryden,

we were the Flying Frenchmen,

1977 Guy LaFleur Montreal Canadiens Sports Illustrated

wooden sticks, no helmets,

blood and guts hockey,

I approve of helmets and visors, safety is important, I hate those new sticks always broken, supposedly they are unbreakable, yeah right.

Nowadays, not so many,


playing for the team,

most of our best players,

are American, Russian, or, Czech,


so what,

they are still our team.

French players,

English players,

Swedish players,

Finnish players,

all are part of the Habs,



The Habs,


But, to me they are,

The Flying Frenchmen,

a nickname I forgot to mention last time, also as far as Habs is concerned, you will notice, there is an H in the logo, legend says it is because of the Habs moniker, but, legend is legend, not history still, makes sense:-)

My two all time favourites,

Guy Lafleur, The Flower, the most exciting hockey player, I have ever seen.

Patrick Roy-The Greatest goaltender ever, a miracle performing player. He won two Stanley cups for The Habs and they were by no means legendary teams, he is both history and legend, he is also a little bit crazy, he’s a goalie:-) 

I am going to the library later,

so you will get a break from,


I promise I’ll talk books,

I actually have stuff to,


about something,

other than hockey,


Later girls,


Of longing for cool weather, hockey and vacation

The heat is making me crazy.

Aside from a few days of cool and clement weather,

 it has been sticky and humid since June,

and if it hasn’t, it sure feels that way!

Not only is it hot but, it’s so bloody noisy.

I live in the city, inner city,

 where people have postage stamp size yards and yet,

 they seem to spend every morning from April to October mowing them.

What’s up with that?

Way back when we didn’t have air conditioning,

 my ex and I would rent movies that took place in winter,

Russian front type of stuff.

This year I thought maybe if I read about hockey it might cool me down,

 so far,

not working.

I’m reading a biography of Patrick Roy,

 who in my humble opinion is the greatest goaltender ever to play the game.

Of course, you could argue for the great Tretiak or Ken Dryden

 but, I’m sticking with Roy, a never say die,  kinda of competitor.

I’m sorry,

 I’m pretty sure most of you couldn’t care less about hockey.

I can’t help talking about it once in a while, it’s in my DNA.

Many people in Montreal refer to our love of hockey and allegiance to our team ,

the Canadiens,

 as a religion.

Since I don’t believe in organised religion, or rather,

 I believe that religion is responsible for so much evil in the world,

I prefer to think of hockey as being part of my genetic makeup.

I’m reading The Narrow Corner, should finish it by the weekend.

I like it very much.

I’ve been thinking of taking a few days off,

 in late September maybe go to Toronto.

I’ m embarrassed to say I have never been to Toronto.

I’d really like to go to New York but, I don’t have a passeport and you need one now.

Toronto has that newish art museum,

designed by Frank Gehry,

that I would really like to see and of course, bookstores.

I’m going to try to convince a friend to go with me,

 and if I can’t,

 I’ll go solo.

Later girls