A Night To Forget
Montreal, on goals by Frick, Frack, Friggin, Freakin, and Sprague Cleghorn, lose to the Toronto Maple Leafs 6-0 at home, which reinforces my theory that players shouldn’t have any kind of home life during hockey season.
They should live at the Y.M.C.A. all winter and eat Jello and liver, surrounded by guys who hack their lungs up and sometimes ride the rails. Not this lovey-dovey pampering from wives, kids, friends and fans that they’re so used to.
The game started so poorly for the Habs that I was hoping Michel Therrien would call a time-out after the opening three minutes. But he didn’t, pretty well everything smelled from start to finish, and when I look at this with 20/20 hindsight, I see that the Canadiens allowed Boston to score two in the third period in their 2-1 loss, then in Buffalo the two-seconds-to-go goal and a 5-4 shootout loss the next night, and now this, a 6-0 trouncing at the hands of the Maple Buds.
So I blame it on Boston and Buffalo’s Tomas Vanek. They got the Montreal slump going. Those bastards.
6-0. That sure throws a wrench into Montreal’s goals-for and goals-against, Carey Price’s average, the power play average, a bunch of plus/minus stuff, and the general mood of Habs fans everywhere. Not to mention the Leafs catapulting over the Habs in the standings, and seeing Montreal begin to make their way down the wretched ladder.
Toronto’s now in the fifth place in the east. Montreal’s in seventh. In fact, the Canadiens aren’t that far from about 13th, but I don’t want to talk about that.
Also not to mention the lost faceoffs, lost fights, lousy passing, and shots that James Reimer never had to move on. Montreal had 37 pucks on this guy, most of them aimed at his stomach. Toronto had just 28 shots.
All in all, a night to forget.
The Canadiens make their way to Florida for games in Tampa Bay on Tuesday and Sunrise on Thursday. What a punishment. The boys should be sent to Mongolia, not Florida.