It just warmed the cockles of my heart to see the smug, grinning look wiped off Alex Ovechkin’s face after the Habs rebounded from a dismal first period to tie it at two in the second. Up until then, Ovechkin was pretty well showing off, like he was a teenager playing against a handful of little kids on the frozen pond. He swooped and dashed and circled and deked, and the crowd went ooh and aah.
He felt it, he smiled, he congratulated himself for being such a better hockey player than those Habs.
Then those Habs, those young, Hamilton Bulldog Habs, those ailing and overmatched Habs, showed this show-off he’s not God, nor is his team, and the home team slowly and surely picked it up several notches, and Jaroslav Spacek and Tomas Plekanec banged it home.
Ovechkin’s grin disappeared and so did his teammates’s. I was so proud of the boys at this moment.
In the third, the Canadiens quietly and gloriously took the lead on a power play goal by Travis Moen and kept the lead, almost to the end. But Paul Mara took a high sticking penalty with 16 seconds left, and with the Washington goalie pulled which created a two-man advantage, the Capitals tied it with just eight seconds left and promptly won it in the shoot-out.
No need to go into details about the overtime or shootout. The only thing we need to know is the team played with heart and desire and fortitude, blocking and checking and coming together which makes a person proud to be a Habs fan.
Ron Maclean on Coach’s Corner looked sick and out of sorts. Go home, Ron. Have a shot of brandy and go to bed. Or maybe he’s just mad at Don Cherry.
Puzzlement of the night: One of the board signs at the Bell Centre is an advertisement for U2 on July 17 of 2010. It’s puzzling because U2 has absolutely no problem selling out their concerts? Why would they advertise on the boards which cost thousands of dollars eight months before the show? Why would they need to?
Leafs on Tuesday. Leafs suck.