AmenAs great a player as he was, Beliveau was an even better person.
Let that be his epitaph.
A couple of quick personal notes some of you have heard before, but which shows again the kind of man he was:
I was 10 years old and he was in my neighbour's house in Central Newfoundland in May,two weeks after winning the Cup.(Yes,that kind of stuff actually happened in the sixties. Molson good-will tours, my neighbour was a Molson rep.). Neighbour calls over and invites me and father over, says there is someone here you might like to meet.....I remember the care he took in signing an autograph for me, sitting down, looking at me and speaking softly in that way of his.He turned the autograph book sideways, I think the cover may have been interfering with his hand. It was as if I were the only person that mattered at that moment. I have a picture with his hand on my shoulder from that day,kept always of course,along with the autograph.
Flashforward 20 years later, I am spending a year in Montreal between jobs while my girlfriend goes to U of Montreal. Since I know I will be leaving in spring, I am looking for something temporarily,so I apply to the old Forum for a job, any job-sweeping,cleaning,whatever. I send one copy to admin,and another personally with a note (as a lark more than anything) to Beliveau. I referenced that day 20 years before, not expecting him to remember of course,thanking him and noted I had sent a copy of application to admin. I said I understood that jobs were probably tight, but thought I would apply anyway.
A couple of days later, my friend who knew nothing of hockey and was visiting from home answered the phone while I was out. It was Beliveau. He personally had called and wanted to speak to me,apparently indicating he had seen the application and said while nothing was available work-wise right now,it would be kept, and wanted to make sure I would get the message. Dam! Beliveau was calling me, a nobody from Nfld. and I wasn't there to take it! I called the Forum the next day, and asked to be put through. A secretary indicated he had three calls waiting, but I could wait. At this point I felt I would be more of an inconvenience than anything,so I declined (though I am now sure he would not have minded at all).
Those two events,however small to some, have stayed with me a lifetime. I always dreaded this day.
Great stories. Thanks for sharing.A couple of quick personal notes some of you have heard before, but which shows again the kind of man he was:
I was 10 years old and he was in my neighbour's house in Central Newfoundland in May,two weeks after winning the Cup.(Yes,that kind of stuff actually happened in the sixties. Molson good-will tours, my neighbour was a Molson rep.). Neighbour calls over and invites me and father over, says there is someone here you might like to meet.....I remember the care he took in signing an autograph for me, sitting down, looking at me and speaking softly in that way of his.He turned the autograph book sideways, I think the cover may have been interfering with his hand. It was as if I were the only person that mattered at that moment. I have a picture with his hand on my shoulder from that day,kept always of course,along with the autograph.
Flashforward 20 years later, I am spending a year in Montreal between jobs while my girlfriend goes to U of Montreal. Since I know I will be leaving in spring, I am looking for something temporarily,so I apply to the old Forum for a job, any job-sweeping,cleaning,whatever. I send one copy to admin,and another personally with a note (as a lark more than anything) to Beliveau. I referenced that day 20 years before, not expecting him to remember of course,thanking him and noted I had sent a copy of application to admin. I said I understood that jobs were probably tight, but thought I would apply anyway.
A couple of days later, my friend who knew nothing of hockey and was visiting from home answered the phone while I was out. It was Beliveau. He personally had called and wanted to speak to me,apparently indicating he had seen the application and said while nothing was available work-wise right now,it would be kept, and wanted to make sure I would get the message. Dam! Beliveau was calling me, a nobody from Nfld. and I wasn't there to take it! I called the Forum the next day, and asked to be put through. A secretary indicated he had three calls waiting, but I could wait. At this point I felt I would be more of an inconvenience than anything,so I declined (though I am now sure he would not have minded at all).
Those two events,however small to some, have stayed with me a lifetime. I always dreaded this day.