Triangulation: In Memory of Pierre Pellaton

Pierre Pellaton, hockey coach for more than 30 years, died last night. He will be sorely missed.

Pierre was the one coach that everybody loved. I really do mean everybody – players, parents, other coaches, the NJ Devils Youth Hockey board, refs, the Zamboni guy. It was impossible not to like him, with his outsized love of hockey and his innate ability to share that love. The players he coached in their single-digit years invited him back to their club as adults, so they could coach with him. There is no better statement about the quality of a coach’s character on and off the ice.

Pierre was fair, he was right, he instructed solidly and he had standards. He showed up and expected his players to do the same, whether they were 8 or 18 years old. He was “old school” in the sense that he valued hard work and simple drills that reinforced that work ethic. During one practice with my son’s bantam team (Pierre wasn’t our regular coach, he was merely helping out when needed) he was working on a breakout drill that involved skating outside of the faceoff dots. Kids were cheating through the middle so he stopped the drill, conveyed some wisdom in that Swiss-infused English that gave him enormous gravitas, got a few laughs, and then had the drill run correctly. No screaming, no throwing sticks, no tests of mettle or attitude on either side. When he blew the whistle, I think most players were secretly happy – anticipating – to see what he would share.

I think about Pierre nearly every week that I play with my adult league team. Moving slowly, I have a few extra seconds to think about my positioning on the ice, and I hear him instructing (not shouting) “Triangle!! Triangle!! Tri-ang-u-lation!!” It was his most valuable lesson, taught to PeeWees learning puck control and cycling: keep your forwards in a triangle around the net, move the puck, and move the players to maintain the triangle. The first rule of hockey – create space without the puck, create time by moving with it – conveyed using the simplest geometric shape, in a voice and style that 12 year olds visualized and committed to memory (most of them, at least). Six years later, I still hear echos of that coaching session; following sing-songy words that keep me from over-skating and passing out from exhaustion. Good advice transcends space and a lot of time.

With all of the negative press and horrifying stories about amateur athletics and youth sports, it’s critical to have role models and men like Pierre Pellaton. We all wish we could skate with him another season.

5 thoughts on “Triangulation: In Memory of Pierre Pellaton

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  2. John Albert

    You went to SVS at the taft school in conn?
    i was the only canadian there in summer “80
    i coach midget level in canada now and
    was surfing the web trying to find out about
    what happened to the camp
    ps sounds like he was a good coach
    very rare these days- big loss

    1. arin krich

      Wow small world dude. yes i went to svs for 8 years. what memories. i used to go 4 weeks each summer. Both kris draper and matt schneider from svs made it all the way to the nhl. i went on to play jr a in the ushl but frankly peaked at 13 or so. pierre was a beuty great guy great passion. svs moved to brown but its heydey was at taft. still remeber mr stone “at taft school adults eat first”…hah you can have that crap food. i started a vending biz 20 years ago still watch hockey but not involved. good luck ehhhhhh.

  3. arin krich

    Most people wont remember me ive been gone for 30 years. but i was the goalie on the midget northstars with vadoren diglio etc. pierre was pure joy. i remember out thursday night practices where pierre yellow breezers played against us. that summer in the garden state games pierre alone with me spit flying from his mouth said “krich i will chop your balls off if you blow this game and i mean it” that night as howard vandermast blasted a last minute shot over gerard ‘the great gerard’ muscats shoulder. pierre looked me in the eyes and said i could keep my balls! I remember pierre leading 9 guys tops to the green machine tournament. success isnt found in the dictionary…krakowerrrrr come to the pierre


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