The Diachronic Barber Pole Observations of a Recovering Hockey Exile

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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