Yeah i bet he gives you a "tingle of excitement", you puckbunny.
Don't pretend like you didn't write that long, boring horseshit in
hopes of Roy reading it and sending you an invitation to blow him.
According to Adolf Hitler Polish Jews are the lowest of the low.
There, now you have a less pathetic reason to be proud of your
heritage.

--- In antipatrickroyfanclub@yahoogroups.com, "Jules Delorme"
<julesdelorme1@y...> wrote:
> Patrick Roy retired from hockey today.
> If you're not a hockey fan you might not have any idea who Patrick
> Roy is.
> If you're French Canadian, chances are you are a hockey fan. If you
> grew up in or anywhere near the province of Quebec Patrick Roy's
name
> probably has a resonance for you that you could only explain to the
> denizens of ancient world's where names like Heracles, Gilgamesh
and
> Alexander echo as much the skies as they do the earth. Hockey here
is
> as much religion as it is sport and the man they call Saint Patrick
> has earned a reverence that belongs to a handful of men who have
gone
> beyond the heroic and become myth.
> I learned from my french Canadian mother to deny my frenchness. She
> forbade us to speak french, scolded us for showing any french
> mannerisms or accent and swore to anyone who would listen that her
> ancestors were Irish and not french. A french Canadian accent where
> we grew up was the equivalent of a deep southern Alabama accent in
> the U.S.. It was heard as an announcement that you were dirt poor,
> the lowest of the low. Being french Canadian was something that you
> felt like you had to apologize for. Even today those feeling linger
> so much that I am often the first to make the french joke and if
> someone asks me about my heritage I tell them that I am Mohawk
first
> and french only a distant and apologetic second.
> So I fought for my right to be Mohawk. I hid from my right to be
> french.
> Because being french Canadian at that time in that place was not
> something to be proud of.
> Except when it came to hockey.
> Because hockey was the one thing that French Canadians were the
very
> best at.
> At that time the Montreal Canadiens were simply the best team in
all
> of professional sport. They had won the Stanley Cup, had dominated
> their sport more than the Yankees, the Celtics, more than any other
> team in the history of professional sport. And the Habs, Les
> Habitants, were predominantly a French Canadian team. Their heroes,
> our heroes were The Rocket, Maurice Richard, with his fierce coal
> black eyes, The Man Behind The Mask, Jacques Plante, knitting
toques
> and stopping pucks with the same quiet calm, Le Grand Bill, Jean
> Beliveau, tall and handsome and elegantly perfect, and Le Petit
> Fleur, Guy Lafleur, more beautiful to watch in full flight than
> anything I've ever seen.
> They were all, all of them French. And they were better at what
they
> did than anybody else.
> And there was Saint Patrick, Patrick Roy. This skinny, gawky
arrogant
> kid who seemed to appear out of nowhere in 1986 to lead an
otherwise
> mediocre Canadiens team to the Stanley Cup. Like The Rocket he was
> defiant and unapologetically French. Barely able to speak English
> when he came into the league he made his point clear to his
opponents
> by winding merrily at them after he made stop after impossible
stop.
> And he carried Les Habitants on his skinny back to their second and
> perhaps final Stanley Cup, shutting opposing teams down so
completely
> that even that crumbling franchise couldn't help but win.
> When the Canadiens forgot to treasure their greatest star his
> defiance turned on them. He left. And the team he left sank down to
> become no better than average without him.
> Saint Patrick then became the core, on a team that had also left
> Quebec behind, around which a Dynasty was built in Colorado.
> Some were disappointed, some were angry. But Saint Patrick was
still
> unmistakably French Canadian. He still lived for the most part in
> Quebec. His wife was French. His children were French. He passed up
> Olympic glory to watch his oldest son play goal in the Quebec
league.
> And Roy was still the very best, perhaps the best who ever lived at
> what he did. He led Colorado to two more Stanley Cups and won more
> victories than any other goaltender in NHL history.
> It was hard not to still feel proud.
> Because Patrick Roy, like Richard and Plante, Beliveau and Lafleur
> had risen beyond the status of mere hero. He had become a myth.
> And today, with his children in the audience and his wife beside
him
> Saint Patrick said goodbye to playing hockey.
> Once again there is disappointment to see him go. But when see the
> way his eyes light up when he looks at his children, how easy and
> comfortable this often troubled athlete is with his family I
realize
> that perhaps it is time for the man to be just a man.
> To hockey fans Patrick Roy is the man who changed hockey forever,
who
> raised the goaltender's role from that of mere backstop to the very
> foundation around which a team is built. He did for goalies what
> Bobby Orr and Wayne Gretzky did for everyone else. He made
creativity
> and leadership essential parts of the net minder's game. He has
> become the touchstone against which all other goaltenders will be
> measured.
> It seems like no accident that Patrick Roy chooses to retire at a
> time when two French Canadian goalies who modeled themselves after
> him, who were inspired by his mighty achievements, are the central
> figures in the final battle for the Stanley Cup. Now, more than
ever
> the contest seems to have become a question of who will be Saint
> Patrick's successor.
> To a kid who grew up feeling ashamed to be French Canadian Patrick
> Roy is so much more than just a man, so much more than just a great
> hockey player.
> He is perhaps the last of his kind.
> He is that tingle of excitement, that rush of pride, that
breathless
> awe that makes life even if for the briefest moments, glorious.
> Patrick Roy the man has given in to his arthritic hips and the love
> of family to leave the legend behind.
> But Saint Patrick the Myth will be inspiring greatness and will be
> the source of mythic story telling for generations to come.
> And for me his name, his memory still fills me with excitement and
> pride.
> To be a hockey fan.
> To be Canadian.
> And yes, even to be French Canadian.