Personal Life
Cloutier was born to Ivan and Susan Cloutier in Mont-Laurier, Quebec. He moved with his family at a young age to Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, as a result of his father's work as a logger. Having grown up in both French and English communities, Cloutier is bilingual. Cloutier's older brother, Sylvain is also a hockey player who once captained the OHL's Guelph Storm. After a professional career with the Coventry Blaze in England, Sylvain became a head coach for the minor professional Corpus Christi IceRays of the CHL in 2008. He is currently player-coach of the Hull Stingrays of the UK Elite League, having held this post since 2009.
Playing minor hockey in Sault Ste. Marie, Cloutier was at one time on the same bantam team as another future NHL goaltender, Marty Turco. Like many Quebec-born goaltenders of his time, Cloutier patterned the butterfly elements of his playing style after Hall of Fame goaltender Patrick Roy.
Cloutier and his wife Nikki, have a daughter named Kali, born in December 2007, and a son named Kane, born in June 2010. Following his playing career, his family moved to Barrie, Ontario.
In November 2005, following Cloutier's season-ending ACL injury, a rumour began circling in the media that he was being investigated for a hit-and-run accident that killed two people outside a Gastown nightclub. Cloutier never commented on the record, while his agent later refuted the rumour, saying it was "Absolutely untrue" and that Cloutier "was livid with that story."
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