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Every Monday morning, the snow-covered schoolyard was littered with dirty trash talk and settle-ups over the weekend’s NHL hockey games, over who scored the unbelievable goals and who made the impossible saves and whose team kicked whose well-padded ass. We’d bask in the overblown details of any grisly brawl, illegal elbow, high-sticking infraction or skull fracture that may have occurred during the weekend games; these rants always ended with a symbolic bashing of the Montreal Canadiens, a perennial Stanley Cup champion and harder to swallow, the best franchise in the National Hockey league.
“Did you see dat azhole Beliveau talk like a first grader in dat interview eh?” my good friend Rejean Laurendeau, a huge Chicago Black Hawk fan (like me) would ask.
“...oh ya, it tough out dare tonigh but we work har and Jean-Guy score dat winner goal but doze other guys play har too… but we pretty good… better eh!”
“Why doen all doze God-damn French guys speak Ing-glish,” Rejean would growl.
“I hate ‘em too eh, “ I’d pout, drifting from the schoolyard and heading to French class, mulling over our weekend’s defeat to the Canadiens.