On one summer day back in 2013, while you were at the beach getting high and ogling the opposite sex, I was getting stuck in Montreal traffic, working my way around an inner city marathon involving thousands of runners, all of whom seemed in slightly better shape than me.
I did this because I wanted to see where the old Habs barns once stood or still stand. And I’m almost sure I didn’t hit one runner.
First, the 3,200-seat Jubilee Arena in east-end Montreal, at the corner of St. Catherine and Malborough (now Rue Alphonse – D.