The worst sporting spectacle I attended was a pee-wee hockey game. This odious spectacle did not take place on the ice, but rather in the stands, where frustrated parents yelled at the referees, the coach and even certain young players and their parents. I found such behavior from adults who seemed to have lost their minds completely aberrant. This is a very bad example to give to young people. We should also remember that coaches are volunteers. Such situations only create tension that cancels out the benefits that sport should bring to young people and they should under no circumstances be tolerated.
Nicole Lavoie
With the exception of the famous Good Friday, the game played between the Philadelphia Flyers and the Red Army of the Soviet Union, on January 11, 1976 at the Spectrum, was surely one of the worst games in history. With complete impunity, the Broad Street Bullies had a field day against the evil communists. Darting, pucks fired in their direction, fights constantly sought, hits with a hockey stick, vicious blows after stoppages in play, slaps on the face and violent assault behind the back of a Soviet player forcing his coach to invite all his players to retreat in the locker room after this unpunished blow. This shows how this part was a real carnage. After several minutes of discussion, the Soviet players returned to the ice, fearing they would be deprived of their fees. You will believe me if you want, but it is said that the archbishop of the city of brotherly love declared from the pulpit: “Peace on the ice to players of good will”.
Claude Dionne
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Eugenie Bouchard
During the Montreal tennis tournament, Eugenie Bouchard broke her racket and put her head under a towel. The entire crowd had a long awkward silence at this babyish behavior. The most awkward moment I’ve ever experienced, and this player lost my respect.
Carole Hébert
From the Rocket’s magical journey to the association final in 2022, you must obtain tickets several days, even weeks, in advance for the weekend matches at Place Bell, because the said tickets go like crazy. hot rolls. That said, I had never witnessed such a poor spectacle as the one last November, with my father. Almost a two-hour drive (from Outaouais) to watch Laval’s 5-0 thaw against Toronto live on a Saturday evening in front of a packed house of 10,000 spectators. No threat from the Rocket during the game. Nothing, absolutely nothing! In fact, we finally had the chance to get up from our seats in the middle of the third period… to win our side! The worst part of all this? The Alouettes, whom we went to see three times during the season, about twenty minutes away, were playing in the Eastern semi-final against Hamilton in the afternoon and tickets were still available. The first step towards winning the Gray Cup! If we had to redo it…
Jonathan Bergeron
A dozen years ago I became a real soccer fan, and even more particularly a Paris St-Germain fan. Over the past ten years, I think I have watched 90% of the team’s matches, it has become a religion for me to love PSG. In October 2016, at the age of 20, I left for my first trip to Europe. Backpacking, alone, for six weeks, like many young adults do. I had planned my trip to see seven soccer matches in different places that I was going to visit in Europe during that month. The first match I went to see was a Paris St-Germain match against Olympique de Marseille, in Paris. It was so magical and special for me to tell myself that after years of watching these matches in the afternoon, in Quebec, dreaming of being there, I was going to experience it, one evening, at the Parc des Princes, in a match that is called in France “le Classique”, the biggest French clash possible. Before the match, I went to dinner in a bar, alone, with my little one. I took the time to appreciate everything that was happening around the stadium. Entering the stadium, it was one of the most powerful moments I can remember in my life, the first time I saw the pitch. I had tears in my eyes, telling myself that I was finally there. I had purchased a ticket at pitchside, my biggest expense of the entire trip. The match finally began. One of the most boring PSG matches I have ever watched, nothing, nothing, nothing happened in the match. It ended 0-0. I remember that the next day the newspaper The Team titled “Sad Classic”. Eurosport titled “Distressing spectacle”. The Parisian titled “Hello sadness! » – I remember each of these headlines the day after the match. No problem, I still have a magical memory of seeing the Parc des Princes for the first time. I have returned there five other times since October 23, 2016, experiencing magnificent moments. But that evening, I went to bed in my youth hostel a little dejected to think how long and boring the match had been. Better to laugh about it!
Jasmine Leroux
The trauma caused by the Impact’s 5-2 defeat in the return match against Santos Laguna in 2009 stayed with me for a long time. Seeing the players completely helpless in added time and getting scored twice was disheartening and probably the worst collapse I’ve seen as a fan.
Stéphane Godin
Like many, it was as a television viewer that I attended: the famous Good Friday match of April 20, 1984. My favorite sport became a circus in bad taste that evening and this time, it was not It wasn’t the fault of the Broad Street Bullies or the Big Bad Bruins. The two teams from my home province were responsible for it. This match will at least have had the advantage of helping us realize that when passion prevails over reason, it is ugliness that wins and decency that loses.
Donald St-Pierre
A Sunday afternoon in spring, maybe 1998 or 1999. A friend from Montreal took me to the Olympic Stadium to watch the Expos against… another team that she didn’t care too much about either. Baseball is already a… special sport. It takes patience to get into it. I do not have any. But that day, there was also a Habs match, quite important. The baseball game was so slow and boring that even the players were turning to see the Canadiens’ updates announced on the big screen.
Karen White
I’m not one to leave before the end of a show, sports game or anything, but I was so excited to get to the subway that day. Was it 2004-5-6? Who knows! A friend invites me to the Grand Prix qualifying. The Saturday. You’ll see, it’s fun, he said. Thirty degrees in the sun. Zero shadow. A car that passes from time to time, not quickly, quickly (we were in the hairpin). The worst (!) was the kind of dryer truck that came by to dry the track, I suppose. Noisier than an airplane. The worst part (again!) was that I seemed to be the only one hoping to be at the dentist. They all seemed to like it. I wanted to remain polite, so I was patient. It would be different today! I had more fun playing with my Hot Wheels. Never again.
Eric Parenteau
In 2004, we are four Quebec CEGEP students in the depths of Thailand. Traditional music sounds and a truck disguised as a boxing ring appears. “ Tonight, tonight… champions from all over Thailand. Come check out the muay thai fields! » Excited, we bought tickets. The evening arrives, we are seated ringside. There are a maximum of 30 people in a covered outdoor “stadium”. The humidity is suffocating. We order 20 Singha in a bucket filled with ice and we are ready for the show. The first fight was between two young people around 11 years old. They are probably classmates. They beat each other better. We are outraged, but frozen. We look at the other tourists and we see that we all feel the same discomfort. The rest of the evening is not much better. Avoid if you go to Thailand one day. The only negative memory from my first backpacking trip that gave me passion.
Pierre Yves