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The fact both Patrick Roy and Wendel Clark had ceremonies honouring them on the same night was a disgrace and disservice to hockey fans. Sure, people will say a Hab fan will not care about a Leaf ceremony and vice versa but these two players crossed all tribal barriers. CBC was a joke in not televising the Habs game nationwide and MLSE is a bigger joke for organizing the Clark ceremony for the same night as the Roy ceremony. Ask yourself…would MLSE have organized such a night for Clark if it were Steve Yzerman number retirement night in Detroit? Likely not.

The Roy ceremony was classy and the young goalies taking to the ice was a nice touch. Seeing Jean Perron, Pat Burns and Jacques Demers again was a real treat, as was seeing all the Hab players wearing #33. In the end, seeing Patrick on more time with a Bleu, Blanc and Rouge  sweater on again was the most satisfying sight for me.

Globe and Mail

Photo: Globe and Mail

I did not watch the Wendel Clark ceremony and it is not because I do not like Wendel. In fact, he is behind Borje Salming as my favourite Leaf ever. On some horrible teams and during dark days, Wendel was both the heart and soul of the Maple Laughs and the lone ray of hope. The following video is an awesome compilation of what I loved about Wendel and I do not care that he was a Leaf, he was great to watch.

Ultimately, the two ceremonies also indicated how low the bar is set in Toronto that they actually have to manufacture a reason to celebrate. The Habs have had plenty of players like Wendel over the years but none are recognized in the rafters along with the greats. The standard in Montreal to be recognized as one of the greats is actual greatness, not just being a fan favourite on some bad teams.

Both players deserved their nights separate from one another.


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I have worshipped at the altar of Patrick Roy.

When the tall, lanky #33, with his plain white mask took to the Canadiens crease in the magical 1986 Cup-winning season, I was sold, my favourite sporting hero was set.

Growing up, usually in every street hockey game, I played goal and imagined I was one of the Habs goalies at that time. Sometimes I was Richard Sevigny. For one exciting playoff, I was Steve Penney. Then, for a bit Rick Walmsley was my guy. I would reach back to the great Ken Dryden, but he was not playing anymore at that time and I needed a contemporary hero of Les Glorieux. Cue, Roy’s rookie season and the 1986 Stanley Cup run.

His legend is incredible and undeniable. The two cup runs with Habs and then two with Avs, three Conn Smythe trophies along the way as well, are embedded in my mind. His miscues as well are there, but you only become so great by taking great risks and Patrick did that.

My ticket from that fateful night.

My ticket from that fateful night.

My Patrick Roy story takes place Saturday, Dec. 2, 1995, at the Montreal Forum. Yes, the fateful night Roy bid adieu to the Habs after being shell-shocked by the Detroit Red Wings. You see, after years of dreaming about it, I finally got the chance to go see a Habs game at the hallowed Forum. Go figure, I finally get the chance to see my hockey hero in the flesh and it turns out to be the last game he plays in a Habs uniform.

Detroit was running circles around the Habs that night. Montreal’s defence was no where to be seen and Roy was not at his best. Montreal looked like a Junior A team against Detroit that night. The crowd was relentless that night with Roy. During the tv commercial breaks they just cursed and booed him and the Habs, but mostly him, without mercy. There I am thinking, “This is my hero. This Patrick Roy. Have you guys forgotten what he did for us?”

There was a serious distaste in the mouth of Habs fans at that time, the ugly two-headed monster of Mario Tremblay coaching and Rejean Houle at G.M had left us wanting more. In one fateful night, Habs fans turned that distaste and rage, with a team which had gone off the rails, and unleashed everything on their superstar, St. Patrick.

I will always remember Patrick making gestures to appease the crowd both during the game, after a save and during the commercial breaks. The more he did, the worse the abuse got. I would look to the bench to see if the hook was coming and it just would not come. The team deflated under the Red Wing onslaught, the boos of the crowd and their sagging superstar.

When the hook did finally come and I saw Roy skate off the ice, in a Habs uniform for the last time, I was devastated. When I saw him walk past Tremblay, and lean in to talk to Ronald Corey (to utter his fateful statement of never playing as a Hab again), you just knew things were not right.

After the game ended and we hung around the Forum, soaking in the history of the arena and talking with other Habs fans, I got lucky enough to meet Montreal great Jean Beliveau at rinkside. Imagine, meeting this legend on such a night after watching my hero get blasted. As I got Beliveau’s autograph and had a photo taken with him, we talked about the game. I asked Beliveau what he thought about the game and he said, “You cannot win them all. Patrick is a great goalie. We will get better.”

Meeting Beliveau and getting his autograph after a short chat.

Meeting Beliveau and getting his autograph after a short chat.

Well, he did get better but in Colorado and I followed as many of those saves and escapades of his as I could. He is one of the greatest ever. Brodeur may pass his numbers but the two Habs teams Roy took to Cup glory were never defensive juggernauts as the Devils. The Avs team Roy put over the top had wars against great champion-calibre Detroit Red Wing teams and, ultimately, Roy outduelled Brodeur in the one cup final they met.

His number is the 15th number to be retired by the Habs and in their 100th year, how fitting that it is. Patrick Roy will always remain #1 with me.

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