Twenty-Four
March 27, 2009, by Homme De Sept-Iles
This may be offensive to some readers. If it is, keep in mind that it is but one aspect of love for a team, a classist pre-teen’s ferocity, perhaps.
The Montreal Canadiens are not hockey. They’re apart and above.
Hockey. Bah. I don’t give a hoot about hockey. It’s a way to keep warm in the winter.
Hockey is crass, reffed with ill logic, a bumpkin’s gloveless quarrel.
The Canadiens are power and elegance, poise and élan, history and heritage.
White clouds on ice.
A lion doesn’t have to roar.
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