Robert over at Eyes On The Prize tells a great story of the urban myth of Guy Lafleur's car crash.
It was a well known fact that Guy Lafleur's partying ways caught up to him one night in an almost fatal car crash. He'd often be out late, having a couple too many and then he'd proceed home via a Quebec backroad highway to get home. He was often stopped by the QPP, but never ticketed or charged. More than once, he actually received police escorts home, so I've heard. At this particular time, Lafleur's fame and game were at a peak. Having 6 consecutive 50 goals seasons buys you some favor in your home province.
On this night, Lafleur was pretty hammered as he headed home, so much so, that he nodded off to sleep behind the wheel. Soon enough, his Chevy veered off the road and took out some fencing before smashing into a lamp post.
Police were quick to the scene and spotted the accident. Getting out of their vehicles, it's been told that one of the officers recognized Lafleur's car, running to it in fear the provincial hero was badly hurt.
As he approached the car window, he could see a post had penetrated the windshield and sat up against Lafleur's right shoulder. Lafleur's head was tilted to the left, his jaw slung open some, with no sign of blood other than small cuts from the shattered glass.
He was unconscious. Or dead!
The officer panicked and began shaking Lafleur's shoulder hoping in fright that he'd not left the world for good.
"Guy, Guy, wake up, wake up," he said, jostling him lightly.
To his surprise Lafleur, while totally dazed, came out of it straight away.
He raised his head to look at the officer bleary eyed, and asked in all innocent liquored sincerety, "Did I score?"
"No", replied the cop, "You hit the post!"
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