There’s not a lot to talk about. I just wasted two a half valuable hours on a Friday night watching the Habs go through the paces like it was a continuation of the morning skate.
The team, on a one-game road trip to Atlanta, lost 3-0 to the Thrashers, were outshot 47-25 in doing so, showed no life, no soul throughout, and for this game at least, they should do the right thing and not cash their pay cheques.
They also pulled this embarrassment off after looking like world-beaters two days ago against Los Angeles when they were sharp and looked they were interested, winning 4-1.
What a Jekyll and Hyde act the Canadiens are this season. After so many slumping guys getting back in the act against LA, and just when it looked like we could breathe a sigh of relief, they’ve now retreated back into the shadows of mediocrity.
TSN announced during another game when I turned the channel for a second, that Montreal wasn’t doing so well in Atlanta with Alex Auld in nets, and they showed the second goal, one which maybe Auld could have had. But it wasn’t Auld at all to blame on this night. Are they kidding? Shots on goal were 47-25 for Atlanta.
And it goes back to the age-old adage – you can’t win if you don’t score. It’s just bad luck for Auld that they gave him a start when everyone’s minds were elsewhere, maybe on a beach in the tropics doing the hula with bronze-skinned beauties.
Pretty sad effort, I’m sorry to say.
Nobody scored, everyone was asleep, and I spent half the game staring at an empty box I’ve got sitting in the living room to put Christmas presents in.
Next up – Buffalo visits Montreal Saturday night. We have absolutely no idea which Habs team will dress – the lively ones, or the ones in a coma.