Pat Quinn (1943-2014)

It’s with sadness that we pass along the news that Pat Quinn, former Atlanta Flames captain, has passed away following a lengthy battle with an illness. He was 71 years old.

Quinn perhaps had more connections to the various Nations Network sites than anybody else in hockey: he played for the Atlanta Flames from 1972-77, then also coached the LA Kings (1984-87), Vancouver Canucks (1990-96), Toronto Maple Leafs (1999-2006) and Edmonton Oilers (2010-12). He was a Winnipeg Jets stint away from a blackout on his Nations bingo card.

All-told, between his playing career and coaching career, Quinn was involved in high-level hockey from 1958 until his death. That’s an incredible legacy.

The Vancouver Giants confirmed the news earlier today.

It
is with great sadness that the Vancouver Giants announce, on behalf of
the Quinn family, that Giants Co-Owner Pat Quinn passed away on Sunday
night at Vancouver General Hospital after a lengthy illness.

“Words cannot express the pain we all feel today
for the Quinn family,” said Giants majority owner Ron Toigo. “Pat was an
inspiration to all of us. He always said that respect was something
that should be earned, not given, and the respect that he garnered
throughout the hockey world speaks for itself. He will be sorely
missed.”

The Quinn family asks that media respect their privacy during this difficult time.

Those wishing to send messages of condolence are
asked to either email patquinn@vancouvergiants.com or send mail to the
Giants’ offices at the address listed below

Pat Quinn

Vancouver Giants

100 North Renfrew Street

Vancouver, BC

V5K 3N7

  • Big Ell

    Got this off Twitter and then the hockey timeline tumblr. Best Quinn story.

    Pat Quinn went to a Boston bar after knocking out Bobby Orr in a game…

    For a moment, Quinn had forgotten where he was and what he had done the night before, and he thought it might be his final mistake.

    Quinn was a rookie with the Toronto Maple Leafs, and death threats or no death threats, was expected to fetch the beer for the bus ride. He did what was expected.

    Down the street from the Garden, a sportsbar was overflowing with Bruin fans, hard-nosed .Bostonians who had been at the game and been angry the great Orr had not played. And the man responsible stepped through the front door – through their front door and into their bar.

    Quinn edged through the crowd toward the bartender when a shout came from behind him.

    “Hey, it’s Quinn! It’s Quinn!”

    The big rookie froze. How could he have been so stupid, so careless? He looked for an escape route. No chance. People were wedged six deep around him. In the tense silence, he waited for the first fist, or bottle or worse.

    A hand came at him, but instead of going for Quinn’s granite jaw, landed squarely on his back. Then another.

    “Nice hit, Patty boy. Nice hit.”

    The men around him smiled, and Quinn felt blessed to be Irish-Catholic in an Irish-Catholic town.

    “On the house,” the bartender said.

    —Iain MacIntyre, Vancouver Sun, Jan. 1993