Goalies are Weird
The Canadiens' goaltending coach (and former back-up) Rollie Melanson stays true to form. In a glowing Gazette article by Dave Stubbs, there are no quotes from Melanson at all. Apparently, he does not deal with praise very well.
Now for an anecdote. The parents of a buddy of mine live on the Eastern shore of N.B., not far from Moncton. Next door to them is Melanson's summer home. One fine summer day, these folks - let's call them the Jonses - were out doing some yard work when their neighbour pulled into his driveway. It soon became apparent that he was locked out of his house.
Mr. Melanson quickly became frustrated with his predicament. He scoured his landscaped yard for something, and seized a large rock. Mrs. Jones interrupted him before he could smash a window and invited him over until a locksmith could be summoned. Rollie the goalie sized her up, dropped his rock and said, "Fine."
Instead of following Mrs. Jones to her house, he turned around and walked to his car. He opened the trunk and pulled out a case of beer, and then walked next door. Once inside he set his case of beer on the coffee table, plopped down on the couch and started drinking in silence. When the locksmith arrived six beers later Rollie got up and left without saying goodbye.
Most hosts might have found this behaviour strange or even offensive. Fortunately, the Jonses are hockey fans and they understood completely.
The next bit of former netminder weirdness comes from Kelly Hrudey. In this article, Hrudey candidly discusses the on-air puff-piece that is the After Hours segment of HNIC before dropping the bombshell that he will be interviewing former president Bill Clinton on Friday. How many serious journalists - veteran ones at that - have been trying for years to get this kind of opportunity? It certainly bodes well for my own personal "Kelly Hrudey should replace Don Cherry" campaign.
Dig deep, folks, for the Craig MacTavish Relief Fund. You have until Wednesday. In all likelihood, the money will go toward a very good cause - the CNIB. If I had my druthers, I'd put it toward a copy of "Hockey for Dummies" and a good stationary bike for Mick McGeough.
Naturally, I had to read a blog entry by an Albertan to find out about a mention of Sisu Hockey in the French mainstream media. Wow! I'll celebrate by providing a link to this very entertaining essay. That ought to scare off the tourists.