Nicholas Richard
I have to admit that the selection of guests was extremely heartbreaking. Only the place where we would sit was easy to choose. The meeting will obviously take place at Scores, because no other restaurant from coast to coast offers such a delicious and abundant “salad bar”. I finally came to the conclusion that I will send invitation cards to Tiger Woods, Tom Brady and Roger Federer. Simply because they are my three childhood heroes, but also because I have a fascination with domination in sport. A dinner around a Quebec skewer and a pasta salad would be intoxicating. As if we were witnessing a discussion on cinema between Scorsese, Spielberg and Coppola. The anecdotes would be extraordinary and it’s obvious that there would be chemistry between the three greatest athletes of their generation. Tiger’s green jackets, Tommy’s Super Bowls and Roger’s major titles… I would try to compete with my anecdotes surrounding my selection at the All-Star game at the Sainte-Thérèse pee-wee tournament in 2010.
Jean-François Tremblay
Growing up, I watched a lot of sports with my mother and my grandfather. With my mother, there was a lot of figure skating, and a lot of tennis. And I’ll tell you, I would like to have at the same table the two protagonists of one of the greatest rivalries in the history of sport: Monica Seles against Steffi Graf. Fifteen matches between 1989 and 1999, six Grand Slam finals (3 victories for each side), each reached the world summit during this decade. A fight on the courts which took a completely different turn when a deranged Graf supporter stabbed Seles in the middle of a match in 1993. The child that I was never forgot the disturbing scene. In Quebec, few characters fascinate me as much as the Rocket, for everything he represented despite himself. The years have elevated him to an almost mythical status, his exploits are spoken of as those of the lumberjack Jos Montferrand, the soldier Léo Major or the strongman Louis Cyr. It would be a delight to hear the real stories in his voice.
Alexander Pratt
The creation of Le Canadien, in the winter of 1909-1910, was quite rock’n’roll. The club was at war with the large French-Canadian organization of the time, the National. The two found themselves in court during the holidays to find out who owned Didier Pitre, an attacker as talented as he was eccentric, who drank champagne between periods. His great friend and captain of the Habs, Jack Laviolette, was also quite a character. A mix of Guy Lafleur and Gilles Villeneuve, who excelled as much in hockey as in car racing. I would bring them together with Joseph Cattarinich, first goalkeeper of the Canadiens and future owner of the team, to hear them tell the story behind the scenes of the genesis of the CH.
Katherine Harvey-Pinard
One of my biggest professional dreams is to do a long interview with Lewis Hamilton. A great athlete, yes, but also a singular and intriguing individual, who does not hesitate to use his important platform for causes that are close to his heart. I wouldn’t run out of topics if I spent an evening talking to him. On another note, who wouldn’t want to spend an evening with Roger Federer? I had the opportunity to ask him a few questions when I met him at the Miami Grand Prix last summer, but I can imagine sharing a few beers with this athlete of unparalleled class. And then there is Gilles Villeneuve, obviously. It would be an honor to chat with this great athlete who died far too soon.
Simon-Olivier Lorange
Maurice Richard and Mario Lemieux, certainly. No one embodies the idea of a hero more for me. The first for his accomplishments and everything he embodies for French-speaking Quebec, obviously. And the second because he was, quite simply, the best player in the history of the NHL. I’m sorry for those who think otherwise, we won’t get along. My job gives me the opportunity to cover the exploits of exceptional athletes – Sidney Crosby, Connor McDavid, Nathan McKinnon, Kale Clague… – but no one will ever impress me as much as the Magnificent impressed me in the 1990s and still upon his return in the early 2000s. As part of a separate dinner, I would probably invite Henrik Lundqvist, only to ask him what I should do to become him.
Jean-François Téotonio
At aperitif time, what’s better than a good glass of wine with the late Kobe Bryant? We’d only been sitting for a few minutes before he started philosophizing about his winning mentality. I would be so focused on drinking in his words that I would probably forget to enjoy my glass of red. For dinner, I would go eat Korean barbecue with Son Heung-min, star player from Tottenham. Son is one of the most smiling, courteous and friendly footballers there is. It seems to me that an evening in the company of the South Korean, sharing a good bottle of soju, in front of a grill emanating salivating smells, would be two hours well spent. A short fitness walk would then be necessary, which would culminate with a stop at the local creamery. Why not share a light moment with the always very funny Marianne St-Gelais? Never has an interview with the Olympian speed skater been monotonous. It is generally a sign of a person with a good-natured character. And when we enjoy ice cream, artisanal or not, we generally want to eat it with a smile on our face. With Marianne St-Gelais, that’s quite a guarantee.
Calling all
And you, which three athletes (dead or alive) would you invite to spend an evening and why?
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