"Nous vivions en trois lieux: l'Úcole, l'Úglise et la patinoire; mais la vraie vie Útait sur la patinoire." - Roch Carrier
It's October, and the smothering months of Summer are finally over.
There's something about Fall that puts me at ease. A certain humbleness that the other seasons lack. Winter flaunts Christmas, Summer boasts the beach and pools, and Spring won't shut up about rejuvenation and new beginnings.
Fall carries itself with a quiet grace and class, like it knows that it's better, but would rather show it than scream it from the rafters.
Fall is the Jean Beliveau of seasons. That's why it fits hockey so well.
While other sports run around yelling about their unbridled superiority, like a false prophet desperate for followers, hockey lets the game speak for itself, a ...
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Article written by James Sheehy