My name is David Kellerman.
This summer, I asked Mike Boone at Habs Inside/Out if they needed a new writer for the blog. After a few weeks, he confirmed that the gig was mine if I wanted it, along with three new writers who would form the newly minted “Other Wing”.
When the Gazette launched the project, they accidentally published my name on their website and divulged my involvement with Four Habs Fans. I wasn’t too thrilled about it at first. But what surprised me however is that I quickly felt a measure of relief when it happened. I’m still not sure why. I did enjoy that it gave the FHF more exposure. So because I was outed there, I think I can do it here, because here is where it all really started.
As you all know, the FHF are four lawyers. We all practice law to various degrees.
It has taken me a while, but I have grown increasingly comfortable with this very difficult profession, the toll it can take on your mind, and the long hours it claims from your life. For the longest time, as I navigated myself through the first years in law, working for large firms, my mind would constantly drift towards journalism, which I weaved through my practice in various ways. I found a way to appear on 110% many years ago – I called and told them I could do it, they said why not and the rest is a history of the most awkward 15 minutes of my life. Bertrand Raymond, Réjean Tremblay, host Paul Rivard, and me. It’s not easy to do live TV. Even harder when the formula the show uses clearly doesn’t suit your style.
Paul Graif, then anchor for Global News, graciously let me shadow him for a few days, right after I was sworn in by the Bar. He even took me to the press box for a game, and to the dressing rooms for post-game interviews. Paul may not know it, but that may have been the single-most exciting experience I have been through. I used to do a segment called the Legal Minute on the Team 990.
Last year, I left a job with a good firm and decided that I would finally want to quench this unrelenting thirst. Maybe I needed to dive into journalism head first. Next thing you know, as life’s odd twists of fate often teach us, I got very busy working for clients who needed immediate legal attention. The result of these first couple of files is that today, I own my own practice.
I love our project here at Four Habs Fans. We all love writing our blog. We love reading your comments, we love the pseudo-community this site and others have spawned. FHF was hatched out of our passion for writing, the Montreal Canadiens and, as Panger told me recently, out of our desire, the four of us, to stay connected to one another. Good, clean man-on-man love. Not that the wives think there’s anything wrong with that.
Sometimes, we flirt with the line, and that what has always made me want to keep the lawyer and blogger as separate individuals.
My best example of regret is my last post on Election Day in the US, a spoof of Martin Luther King’s memorable speech in Washington. I regretted it the second I posted it, and felt far more remorse that night, as Barack Obama was elected. I was immensely touched by him. My brother, a white, Jewish photographer, spent the entire night in a church in Harlem, taking pictures, celebrating. Those are the values we uphold. King’s searing words were a rallying cry in a time of abuse, murder and tyranny. It is nothing to laugh about, especially not on a night when the country was poised to repudiate this past. That post was a mistake.
What I like about doing Inside Out is that I can write a more serious article when I want to, and I can go for a more off-the-cusp entry if that’s what’s stirring inside. That’s why I write under my name on Inside Out, to build on something, be it by way of comedy or no-nonsense hockey talk. It gives me a new platform, not only to write, but to find my place in journalism. But Jaro stays here, for your eyes only, I promise.
I’ll continue doing both until The Economist recruits me to man the Chief Correspondent Bureau in Peshawar. I really hope my clients agree to follow my new firm there, Kulti Mupti Kellerman. Located a few shops past the madrasah, no not that madrasah the other one, no not that one, the other one.