Chapter 4: Looking for an Artist

 

            In August of 1986, Montreal’s deposed starting goaltender, Steve Penney was traded to the Winnipeg Jets for goaltender Brian Hayward. There would be no more locker room controversy over Penney, it was clear that Patrick was the starter.

            Hayward and Roy became the rotation for the Canadiens’. Perhaps management remembered Patrick’s inconsistency in the previous season and Hayward was a docile, uncomplaining man. They began to rotate the two on a regular basis, the plan being to keep the duo fresh.

            Patrick, being an active restless sort, didn’t care for receiving only a slight edge in games played. He was eager to be playing every night and having to sit any games out on a regular basis was a bore to him.

            “What you have to remember,” Patrick’s present agent Bob Sauve says of him, “Is that the reason some players are good is because they love that attention. Superstars thrive on that stuff.”

            For certain, Patrick made sure that he was definitely a focal point when he did play. Often he was wandering around the ice with the puck, tossing it at defenseman, slashing at opposing players, making spectacular saves in situations he sometimes created for himself, and as always, obviously conversing with his goalposts. It was increasingly impossible not to think of Montreal without first thinking of the twitchy young goalie who skated figure eights around his net in the pregame.

            “Patrick made himself the focal point,” Brian Hayward said of him, “Plante handled the puck and Hall butterflied but Patrick went beyond them. He handled the puck in the defensive zone whether or not the coaches approved or his teammates understood. He took charge. Being Patrick Roy meant not just stopping the puck but also saying outrageous things. He wanted the spotlight, and more important, he wanted the responsibility.”

            And there was a huge responsibility upon the young man. Fans had taken to calling the Montreal Forum “St. Patrick’s Cathedral”, some in awe of the weird brilliance he often showed on the ice and others in mocking the butterfly style he fed off on the ice. To most who still doubted that the Butterfly was even a legitimate way to play goal, Patrick’s falling to his knees to make saves made him seem like a supplicant at high Mass.

            This isn’t to say that Patrick invented the Butterfly. Glenn Hall often used it during game in the sixties, and he was quite good at it although it wasn’t the only technique he utilized. And even earlier in the century, Clint Benedict was often described as playing goal with a technique that sounds extremely similar to the Butterfly. Patrick’s distinction is that he legitimized it, and made it a new standard for impressionable young fans watching the game in the eighties.

            One such fan was the son of the Montreal Canadiens’ team photographer, Martin Brodeur. The boy was a Montreal native and idolized the team and he idolized Patrick. His father brought Martin to the arena with him all of the time and the boy became something of a rink rat, with his eyes set upon his hero.

            Patrick had never forgotten the kindness shown to him by Daniel Bouchard when he was a youth and has always made a point to never snub children, and teens for autographs or quick conversations. Brodeur was an early beneficiary of Patrick’s policy and he took full advantage of it.

            “Questions, questions, questions,” Patrick remembers of Brodeur with a smile, “That’s all I ever heard from Marty! The boy’s thirst to learn was incredible and he’s always had a great mind for the position. What he’s done for the Devil’s is incredible.”

            Martin’s distinction today is boasting a Calder Trophy, an Olympic Gold Medal, two Stanley Cups and a great chance at chasing down some of his idol’s career records as a goaltender.

            In the playoffs of ’87, the magic Patrick had spun for the Habs the previous year didn’t seem to be there, as was the offense from Montreal. Hayward and Roy were rotated in the playoffs but there was no Stanley Cup to show for it. Patrick for his part would have preferred to have had the playoffs all to himself as in his rookie year. But with Hayward and Roy recipients of the Jennings trophy for least goals allowed during the regular season, management had seen no reason why the two of them couldn’t carry the playoff load.

            Early into the season of ‘87-’88, an irritated, temperamental Patrick wandered from his goal crease to lay a two-handed chop onto Minnesota North Stars’ player Warren Babe. He was immediately dealt an eight game suspension for the act.

            “The guy cross checked me twice!...” Patrick said in his own defense shortly after the incident. “I’ve never hit anybody like that before. Anyway it wasn’t as bad as that Hextall incident.”

            What Patrick was more than likely referring to was an incident in the previous season’s playoffs where Philadelphia Flyers goalie Ron Hextall attacked Edmonton Oilers’ player Kent Nilsson and received an eight game penalty. It wasn’t an uncommon era for goaltenders to be fiercely sometimes violently defensive of both their goal crease and their teammates. Still, a line had to be drawn and after cooling off and thinking about this, Patrick had this to say, “I made a mistake and I have to pay for it. It’s that simple.”

            Two weeks later, Patrick made his return in Montreal, making 33 saves for a shut-out win over the Chicago Blackhawks. The game ended with a raucous standing ovation from the hometown fans. Again Patrick was showing his penchant for the dramatic.

            The regular season ended with Roy and Hayward again sharing a Jennings Trophy and again Montreal management decided to rotate the duo throughout the playoffs. Patrick was their loaded gun, their treasured weapon and they reasoned that the young goalie needed to be rotated for a sharper game from him. The rotation continued to the conference finals where again, Montreal was eliminated.

            The Montreal fans were restless now. They only had a ghost of a taste from the ’86 Stanley Cup finals left in their mouth and they wanted magic. They had seen the performance by Patrick, they remembered its brilliance and now as Ken Dryden predicted, they were looking for an artist. They wanted to be taken all the way back to St. Catherine’s Street.

 

 

TBC