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Until this moment I have been forced to listen while media and politicians alike have told me "what Canadians think". In all that time they never once asked.
This is just the voice of an ordinary Canadian yelling back at the radio -
"You don't speak for me."
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Its Cheeesy!!!!!
I suspect that Cheevers design was inspired by the cries of foul, still resonating from Plante’s adoption of this logical, sensible gear.
Yay! Cheevers and Orr, my heroes as a kid in Halifax. While playing road hockey as a goalie I’d make a mask from cardboard and draw stitches on it. I turn 48 tomorrow, apparently my home-grown mask didn’t work so well, as I was brain-damaged enough to vote liberal in the past…
Iggy after Question Period?
Spent my whole childhood doodling that mask when I should have been paying attention in school. Well that and Tony Esposito.
My Gerry Cheevers hockey card took a terrible beating – I always kept it top of stack with a big rubber band around the whole bunch – rain, snow, you name it got on it.
Helped my brother make many a mask out of fiberglass, then painted the latest design with automotive paint, many coats of lacquer.
Our team goalie in Midgets was a huge KISS fan and had his mask painted like Gene Simmons face makeup. That was a really intimidating mask that the opposition teams had to face down. He was crazier than Gene though. He took a shot in the cup during practice and chased the shooter off the ice, throwing every available piece of his equipment at him as they ran down to the other ice entrance, back onto the ice surface then around the rink for about 10 minutes. Would have ripped the poor suckers head off he would have caught him. He was out of gas and we were able to talk him down, but it was pretty close to a homicide scene there for a while.
The Bruins going from the doormats of the six team league to the “best of the bunch” with a seventeen year old “best of all time” and a triple screwup trade by Blackhawks.
didn’t need names on the sweaters then, we knew every regular player on every team by their number. Heisting a bottle to #4 was my continuing pleasure among the Punch Imlach retread team fans.My continuing appreciation to Johnny Bower; Gump Worsley and naturally to Jacques Plante and Gerry Cheevers. Cheers and the bottom of the bottle
an anecdote..
i was a young lad at a catholic private school in vancouver…being taught by the christian brothers of ireland(much physical violence…NO sexual violence I ever saw or heard of..)
one day brother san pietro whom i loved for his kindness and intelligence(a new york blackish italianische young man)
told us beasts in the field that jacques plante was here at the college visiting his friend brother frenette….i searched the halls til i found this gaunt tallish thin man in an ill fitting suit…he was the man and he was the epitome of the raw boned sinew and muscle pur laine…the pur laine veritable…i practiced my execrable french on him(so polite i was as a boy…so considerate of my betters)
so he shot the shit with me for a moment… about my ma and i watching hockey and both being montreal fans and adamantly hating toronto the bad
ma is a frog though she would never admit it(her surname is irish goddammit1)
anyway..point of the story is and i’ll never forget it was looking into M. Plante’s face i noticed a score or more…many more than a score of small white worm shaped white scars all over his face…
Methinks the Canadian attachment to hockey is not just that most of us have played but also that we know personally so many who have ‘made it’. Or we have friends who know those who have ‘made it’. From the Bruins I know John Bucyk, have met Orr and Sather. Met Howe,Hull, Henri Richard, Houle. Met and talked with Howie Meeker and Don Cherry. All great guys!