Top 5-6 blog posts right now are about Lapierre - I think the blogger spent a few days in Quebec with Lappy and documented their chats and encounters.
“He helped me with the menus and he helped do his own cutlery,” explained Natasha. “He’s the only person that has ever helped bring everything to the other table himself.”
And you thought chivalry was dead.
The small gesture from Maxim sparked a connection between the two, although Natasha admits she was hesitant to get into a relationship. A few days earlier she had given her notice to Cactus Club with a move to Florida on the horizon with Natasha preparing to accept a scholarship to law school.
Then Maxim called. Then he called again. And again. He kept calling until she gave him the time of day.
“He was persistent, let’s just say,” Natasha said smiling. “Do you remember he had that one game where he just kept going after the puck, kept going after the puck and kept going after the puck before he ended up doing a spin-o-rama for the goal? That is how I would describe us getting together. He did not stop trying.”
One of the kings of trash talk is retiring from the yak game.
“I’d say I cut down to half of my regular talking last season,” he said. “But next year will be even better. I want to play a tough game, fight when I have to fight, and hit, but I’m done putting extra stress on the refs with my talking. I’m going to stop it. I can still play the same type of game, but the after the whistle thing, I’m totally done with that.
“It’s fun, don’t get me wrong, but at some point you have to realize it’s 82 games a year for seven years. I don’t even know what to say anymore to be honest, I’ve said everything.”
He lead me back up the stairs, bent down and pointed to a bruise in the wall that I somehow missed.
“Tasha and I decided we wanted to move the couch from upstairs to downstairs the other day,” he chuckled. “We got to this point on the stairs when we realized it’s a two man job, like for two strong men. That’s why there’s the big dent in the wall. The couch was actually stuck on the stairs for 15 minutes, with Tasha kind of stuck with it. I had to call Guillaume Latendresse to come help me move it. Thankfully he lives close by and was able to come help.”
“Picture this: 30-mile an hour winds coming at you, ice falling off everywhere, snow coming up to your knees, you’re dressed lightly and tired from practice. I’m pretty sure I saw the light at the end of the tunnel at one point. It was crazy.”
Lapierre, laughing hysterically, added: “He just kept saying: ‘I’m cold, I’m cold, I’m cold.’ It’s like a line from the movies.”
Jean-Francois continued: “We finally got to the billets and I removed my gloves and they took 12 hours to thaw.
“Then the next day Alain fined us for not being dressed in proper winter gear. I’ll never forget that. I don’t think he knows that story.
“Alain, if you’re reading this, we almost died. We didn’t, so we were more than happy to pay that fine.”