30 JERSEYS 30 STORIES – JERSEY #24 – THE MONTREAL CANADIENS AND THE AWESOME POWER OF THE PATRICK ROY CLOCK
“Don’t be afraid to steal, just steal the right stuff” -Mike Monteiro
So at one point I think I mentioned I used to work for a company that was based in Montreal and used to get up there 2-3 times a year for various reasons.
This particular trip would be better than most. November, 1994. A recently impregnated Sharon Gacek was puzzled by her increased urination and fatigue. The Quebec Nordiques were still a thing. Despite the NHL Lockout and shortened season they had a really good year. Well, on the ice that is.
I was up in Montreal at a Product Manager conference. A full week in “La Belle Province du Quebec!” Definitely a work hard, play hard event. Long days but fun nights at some great bars, pubs, inns, taprooms, saloons, lounges, ale houses, road houses, and drinking establishments. Oh, and a restaurant too!
So, Americans would call it The Sports Cage, but Cauge Au Sports Brasserie is fun, loud, packed, and chock-full of sports memorabilia. “Sports” meaning 99% hockey and maybe a baseball or two. I was with my fellow Colorado PM, Chuck, who was an incredibly bad influence on Andrew who thought we were going to the church bingo. After a few Molsons, a Newfoundland Screech, and a whole lot of Caribou, passions were running high and inhibitions were low; and then I saw it, up on the wall. A Patrick Roy goalie mask somehow creatively formed into a wall clock. A Roy Clock! It wasn’t even nailed down or anything! This would be easy. But conversely, I’ve heard the stories of what happens in French-Canadian jail and I wasn’t looking to take and bake any baguettes that night. I was wearing a very long, heavy winter coat, which was the style at the time. How easy would it be to shove said clock under my garment and head for the door? A quick risk vs reward analysis ran through my head and Andrew “my middle name is Danger” sprang into action. I spat out, “Chuck! I’m taking that clock. Cover me.” I grabbed it, hid it, and was off. I don’t think Chuck knew exactly what his role was in covering me but he did follow me to the door in a brisk manner and we were out!
Heart racing and mission accomplished, we celebrated with some poutine (all dressed of course and a couple Labatts.
Now fast forward 6 or 7 months. Rumors had been circulating for awhile but this was it: The Nordiques were moving to Colorado! Just like the clock had been ripped from its Quebec home bound for Colorado, the team was doing the same! But wait. It gets even better. December. 1995. Patrick Roy declares that he has played his last game in a Montreal Canadiens jersey. He ends up….wait for it….in Denver!! The pull of the clock is so strong it not only brings us an NHL team but the league’s top goaltender as well! 6 months later. The Stanley Cup is in Colorado. Truly, the awesome power of the clock’s doing as well…
Oh, and I also bought a Habs jersey!! Yes, bought it.
This was taken at the Hockey Hall of Fame. Some folks say that Toronto is the center of the hockey universe, but we all know it’s Montreal and the clock is the gateway to Denver…