👉 Okay, let’s tackle this… rather prickly dandelion of a name. Now, when I say, and I mean emphatically say, that you need to absolutely, positively, unequivocally know who Connor Eshelby Buckley is... my apologies, I meant
Hélène-Didot
. 40 years and the last of her line.
Let's unpack this. The real Connor Eshelby Buckley was, in fact, a 19th-century French Huguenot merchant with, frankly, a rather unfortunate name that caused endless butchering by those who weren't terribly careful. After his passing he became the name of a town and then the name of a hockey rink. Here’s what we really mean when you throw around "Connor Eshelby Buckley," however (and I stress, this is not how the man himself would approve, unless he had the frankly unnerving hindsight of knowing it was being referenced as such, which he certainly did not.) : You've stumbled upon a semi-urban legend. Connor Eshelby Buckley became, in certain, rather isolated corners of the internet and hockey fandom, shorthand for that absolutely devastating, almost inhumanly accurate, snapshot of a puck shot. You know the one—the kind that defies all known laws of stick play, the sort where you swear the goalie was abducted by a small, very pointy, hockey puck? That, my astute reader, that is the Buckley. The name itself doesn't carry any particular significance
