Today I was struck by a terrible conviction that Jack Zimmermann is a hardcore hockey history nerd who can only occasionally be persuaded to care about anything else that happened in the past.
In elementary school they had to do a report on “My Hero” and Jack researched Jacques Plante and talked for an extremely excited ten minutes about how Plante had a 27-year career and won six Stanley Cups and seven Vezina trophies and was the first goalie in the NHL to play outside the crease and he engineered the use of goalie masks and was a major innovator in player safety and Jack made this papier-mache copy of Plante’s first hockey mask and his dad helped him drill out holes so he could breathe and–
“Jack, who was John Cabot?”
“I don’t know. Did he play hockey?”
“Jack, tell us about life for settlers* in early Quebec” (*french: les habitants)
“Well, before a game the team* always used to…” (*hockey: Les Habs)
If you want him to talk nonstop for an hour, ask him what he thinks the greatest hockey game of all time was.
He got over it his monofocus eventually, but only just by extending his laserlike concern to broader topics like “World War II”–he still doesn’t give a crap about anything outside his area of interest. It’s still less true to say he is a history geek than to say he took every class Samwell offered related to hockey, from Sports Management to Kinesiology to Human Ecology 267: History of Leisure and Recreation, and then looked at his credits and went, “Huh, I could make a history degree out of this.”
Grantaire Blue like the Saint Lawrence River White like winter Red like the blood coursing through us
Enjolras The other Tricolour, Grantaire.
Damn I’ve been neglecting tumblr lately. Here’s a quick sketch.
I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who finds this remotely funny… I realized the other day that one of the nicknames for the Montreal Canadiens, le Tricolore, is also associated to the French flag. And Grantaire will find any way to push France-loving Enjolras’s buttons.
Grantaire’s words are lyrics from “Le But” by Loco Locass. They were loosely translated by me.
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Gally:</b> [in a crowd and can't find Chucky] "this calls for drastic measures"<p/><b>Gally:</b> [uses his hands as a microphone] "ALEX GALCHENYUK IS RUSSIAN!"<p/><b>Chucky:</b> [from across the room] "I'M AMERICAN!"<p/><b>Gally:</b> "there he is"<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Maurice Richard shaking Jim Henry’s hand after scoring the series winning goal against him in the 1952 Playoff Semifinals. The Rocket had taken a serious header into the goal post, leaving him unconscious with a huge gash on his head, and blood dripping all over his sweater. After being stitched up in the locker room, The Rocket jumped over the boards later in the third period, a huge bandage on his head and blood still dripping down onto his sweater, and scored with a beautiful coast to coast. This will forever be known as the best goal in the leagues history. There’s no tough like hockey tough.
a mix for a certain cynic’s time with the amis, and one fervent ami in particular.
01. young the giant - cough syrup || 02. los campesinos! - and we exhale and roll our eyes in unison || 03. the naked and famous - young blood || 04. cyberbully mom club - u make me want to listen || 05. kate nash - paris || 06. basic vacation - i believe || 07. the lighthouse and the whaler - venice || 08. little hurricane - sheep in wolves clothes || 09. cœur de pirate - comme des enfants || 10. dikta - visitor || 11. george blagden - i will follow you into the dark || 12. soko - we might be dead by tomorrow || 13. dikta - a day at the opera || 14. keaton henson - corpse roads || 15. pigpen theatre co. - grand old paris