In Prof. Olivier Bauer's class at the Université de Montréal, worshippers can argue that their team is their religion.
I think that this is a common train of thought, however I think it might be a stretch to put that much emphasis on the game and its players.
The arena is their temple, the players are their saviours, and those who worship them pray that the sacrifices made on the ice — of blood, sweat and tears — will lead them to glory.
I think that there is faith in everything that you do, but this is an interesting connection.
Fans of the Montreal Canadiens pray that the sacrifices made on the ice of blood, sweat and tears will lead them to glory.
Hockey is more than just a game to them.
The gray weather on that St. Patrick's Day mirrored Montreal'smood.
This is a great description for how the town is feeling.
No athlete has embodied the soul of a city and the spirit of itspeople as Richard did in the 1940s and '50s in Montreal, my homefor the past 21 years.
The "Rocket" is essentially the home town hero.
Smoke from a tear-gas canister haddriven thousands of hockey fans into the streets, sparking afour-hour rampage that yielded the requisite fires, shatteredwindows, looted stores, overturned cars and 137 arrests
I can understand being mad at a call in a game, but to riot in the street over a decision feels like a little aggressive.
Laycoe lunges at Richard. His stick blade clips the Rocket above the left ear and opens a gash. The blood stains his scalp.
Very descriptive of just how violent the game is.
In the second period, the Canadiens’ star tripped Laycoe and sent him spinning across the ice but escaped a penalty. Richard was further aggravated by the fact his team was losing 4-1.
Being down 4-1 definitely does not help the situation any.
“No one can know when the anger of men, whipped indefinitely, becomes sculpted into political revenge. And more, it is not just a matter of hockey.”
Hockey is more than a game in Canada.
Richard's story had linesman Cliff Thompson holding him back, arms pinned, while Laycoe was allowed to smack away. Rocket said he warned the linesman three times to let him go before he finally clocked the official.
Somewhat hard to believe that an official would be holding back a player while allowing another player to swing on them.
Sticks were high, fists flew, blood often smeared the ice, and the owners thought this was all manly and a great way to sell tickets.
As much as people may not like it, a certain degree of violence is an attraction to a lot of people.
t was crucial to know how violent the National Hockey League was in those days.
Hockey is a violet game, and it is hard to believe that it was once upon a time more violent.
His voice was strong and true, and he used the full volume of it, singing with deep fervour;
One can see the passion in the description, you can almost hear the father singing.
The alders formed a thick and unbroken hedge along the river Peribonka; but the leafless stems did not shut away the steeply sloping bank, the levels of the frozen river, the dark hem of the woods crowding to the farther edge-leaving between the solitude of the great trees, thick-set and erect, and the bare desolateness of the ice only room for a few narrow fields, still for the most part uncouth with stumps, so narrow indeed that they seemed to be constrained in the grasp of an unkindly land.
This is a great excerpt that shows great detail that the reader can really picture themselves in the moment.
"Twenty-five cents!" one young man bid chaffingly
It is absolutely crazy to see the price of what pigs of all things were going for some time ago.
Since I have been so wicked as to offend so greatly your goodness, O my Jesus, it is right to make amends to you by extraordinary pains: and thus I must walk before your face the remainder of my life, with my heart humbled and contrite in the endurance of the evils which you first suffered for me.
This is very interesting. It seems that he is acknowledging the fact that he wronged God and is accepting the fac that he must endure pain to be able to walk before him.
As soon as they were taken captive, they were stripped naked, and [46] some of their nails were torn out; and the welcome which they received upon entering the village of St. Ignace was a hailstorm of blows with sticks upon their shoulders, their loins, their legs, their breasts, their bellies, and their faces,—there being no part of their bodies which did not then endure its torment.
This type of brutality is heart wrenching. Not only the physical affects, but also the psychological affects as well.
They had broiled their tongues, repeatedly putting into their mouths flaming brands, and burning pieces of bark,
This is hard to think about. The pain that would come from that would have to be excruciating.
I told them that every man, as possessing an immortal soul, would at last, after this life, go to one or the other of two places, Paradise or Hell
There is such connection in religion throughout the years that haven't changed to present times.
There is in our village a little Christian girl named Louyse, who at six months began to walk alone; the [page 13] parents declare they have seen nothing like it, and ,attribute it to the efficacy of Holy Baptism
This would be nothing short of a miracle and is very intriguing to hear about.
As usual, Brébeuf commences his annual letter by describing " the conversion, baptism, and happy death of some Hurons."
I can understand why they would write that this was a death of Hurons when they would covert or be baptized. The symbolism behind it refers to the fact that the old life is being left behind or "dying".