By Corey Masisak (The Athletic)
Akram Nasreddine is a fantastic storyteller.
Grab a slice of pizza — all dressed, of course — a drink and a chair at Pizza Madonna, and get ready for the owner of the place to reminisce.
There’s the story about the unfortunate meeting between a beer delivery guy and a patch of ice that led to the spiderweb of cracked glass in Pizza Madonna’s front window. The one about a youth hockey coach wanting to cut Akram’s youngest son, Samy, and moving him from defense to forward for a game, only for Samy to pile up five points and force his way onto the team. The one about Sidney Crosby not wanting to make him wait for a photo. The one about driving Georges Laraque from practices to the Nasreddine family home, a few years before the heavyweight knocked his older son, Alain, out cold in a QMJHL game.
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