One day campi… | The Journal of Montreal

If your eyes, your curiosity and your attention stop at these pages, you love sports.

What you peel in the media is what you want to see as an audience and what you practice. And if you’ve eaten one or more competitive sports, you’ll remember moments that moved you deeply. You are committed. Measure yourself. You win, you lose. You cried with joy and learned to laugh at your poor performance.

You rub shoulders with better and worse than you while discovering the humility of champions, the arrogance of droolers, and the precision of sages. Teaching of sport.

As a team, you learn solidarity and brotherhood. You played with respect, loyalty and even pain. You have probably encountered the powerful and you have relief for the weak.

Sport marks your life and it’s amazing. In work, family or friendly life, the lessons from the sections stay in your memory and help you and help you again.

Disciples

Come September 24 at a restaurant in Valleyfield, warm tears filled with memories will probably flow down slightly wrinkled cheeks. A hundred men and women meet again after fifty years. Half a century later, athletes who proudly wore the colors of the Campy Athletics Club and competed in all regions of Quebec find themselves at the same table.

In 1972, even before the Montreal Olympics, athletics did not fill all the gymnasiums and tracks and lawns. Followers convinced, disciples, learners motivated each other over miles on the school bus and inspired by the means at hand.

So we made a list…