MONTREAL - A city – and a country – held its breath this week with news that 80-year-old Canadiens icon Jean Béliveau had been hospitalized after suffering a stroke at his home on Monday night.
Béliveau’s wife, Élise, told The Gazette’s Dave Stubbs on Thursday afternoon that the Hall of Famer was speaking, laughing and regaining some strength while he undergoes tests and remains under close obversation by specialists. She added that the family appreciates the outpouring of concern and affection being expressed, but asked that the family’s privacy be respected.
There has certainly been no shortage of prayers and hopes from hockey fans across Canada that Béliveau will continue on the road to recovery.
It seems like just about everyone who has ever been lucky enough to meet Béliveau in person has a story to tell about one of the great gentlemen in the history of sports.
One of the best descriptions I ever read about Béliveau came from an American, Steve Rushin, in Sports Illustrated after he attended a Canadiens game at the Bell Centre in 2003.
Wrote Rushin: “A ceremonial first puck was dropped by Canadiens legend Jean Béliveau, resplendent in a perfectly tailored suit, his silver coif immaculate. (If God got a $500 haircut, he’d look like this.) Beneath 24 Stanley Cup banners Béliveau gave a regal half wave. There were 21,273 people in the stands, and we all roared like the MGM lion. My skin, I noticed, was pebbled like a plucked chicken’s.”
The first time I met Béliveau was at the Forum in 1991 as a Gazette reporter. I was assigned to write a story about the Hockey Friendship Program, which Béliveau was a part of for 20 years, bringing together English and French youngsters from across the country in an attempt to gain a better understanding of each other’s culture. Béliveau promised me an interview as soon as he finished signing autographs. I stood there in awe for at least half an hour.
“Not one youngster, or parent, was refused a photograph or autograph as Béliveau patiently signed hockey gloves, sticks, hats, and anything else that ink would stick to,” I would write later. “At one point his pen ran out of ink, but it was no problem as he casually reached inside his jacket pocket for a new one without missing a beat.”
Over the years, I have received quite a few Letters to the Sports Editor with stories about Béliveau.
In October 2006, Cliff Butler of Léry wrote: “Several years ago, I was staying at The Baycrest in Vancouver and having breakfast in the dining room with some friends. The room was quite crowded. Suddenly, there was a lull in the conversation noticeable enough to make people look up. And then there was almost complete silence as almost everyone watched as Jean Béliveau walked into the room to get a table. A silent tribute to this great man, who did nothing but walk into a room with a pleasant smile on his face.”
In November 2006, Laval’s Frima Rosen wrote about how Béliveau had aided the East Foundation, which helps provide therapies for autistic children. Rosen wrote about how her 7-year-old grandson was mildly autistic and her son, Ian, wrote a letter to Béliveau to see if he could help the charity.
“Well, excitement reigned one morning at our business office when my husband picked up the phone and was told it was Jean Béliveau,” Rosen wrote. “Ian had a wonderful conversation with Jean, who said he would help in whatever way he could. Ian asked if he would sign a replica No. 4 hockey jersey and he said ‘with pleasure.’ As a little girl, Béliveau was my hero. He was as special as a movie star to the girls of my generation and today, all these years later, he is still my hero. Last Saturday night, the signed Béliveau jersey was auctioned off at the East Foundation Gala and raised well over $1,000 for this most worthy cause in helping special-needs children.”
Another letter came in January 2009 from Sharon Biskaborn of London, Ont., who wrote: “Although I left Montreal in 1976, my heart has always been linked to this great hockey player. As a youngster, I ran down Ste. Catherine St. calling ‘Mr. Béliveau! Mr. Béliveau!’ and he stopped and waited for me to catch up. I got his autograph and stole a kiss.”
One of my favourite Béliveau stories involves former Gazette entertainment editor Jim Baine, who wrote a first-person article about his experience in January 1989 under the headline: “How we went out to dinner with Jean Béliveau”.
Baine grew up in Toronto, but Béliveau was a hero to his entire family.
“When I was 7,” Baine wrote, “I could whip off just about any statistic you could ask for about Jean Béliveau.”
In March 1984, shortly after Baine moved to Montreal, his father decided to come for a visit, along with his daughter from Vancouver, and wrote a letter to Béliveau asking if he and his wife would like to join them for dinner. Baine’s father called Jim before the trip and stunned him with the news he had just got off the phone with Béliveau’s secretary, who said “he would be delighted” to have dinner with them.
The Béliveaus met the Baines at a downtown Montreal restaurant and they all sat down for dinner.
“I didn’t say a word for half an hour,” Baine wrote. “My jaw was in my lap.”
Baine would eventually loosen up and they enjoyed a lovely dinner and conversation. When they left the restaurant, Baine wrote: “People in cars along Ste. Catherine St. honked and people on the sidewalk stared in awe as the Béliveaus made their way down the block.”
Baine added there were three things that made him and thousands of other Canadian boys worship Béliveau: “Intelligence. Grace. And class.”
My wife had an opportunity to meet Béliveau about 15 years ago when I was playing for a media team in a charity hockey game against some NHL old-timers. I knew Béliveau was going to be the referee and left instructions with my wife to meet me at ice level with a camera after the first period because I wanted to get a photo taken with him. Béliveau happily posed for the photo and then asked if the woman with the camera was my wife. When I said yes, he skated over to her and spoke with her for about five minutes.
During the car ride home after the game, my wife was still beaming when she said: “I love you very much, but I would leave you in a second for that man.”
I think she was joking.
The truth is that everybody loves Jean Béliveau, and how many people can you say that about in today’s world?
Get well, Jean.
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