The puck rolled just out of Andrei Markov’s reach and slid by a sprawling Martin Brodeur and into the corner, and the crowd at the Bell Centre and in Habs fans’ living rooms throughout the land screamed and oohed and awed. And four seconds later, when we were still shaking our heads, suddenly Zach Parise found himself wide open down at the other end, and, as they say in politer circles than this…Bob’s your #%^#& uncle.
2-1 Devils in overtime and it’s a tough one because we were oh so close. Montreal could have won this game on this night. The skaters skated. The defence played hard. And Jaroslav Halak was once again fantastic and his stock continues to rise. It was a nice, solid effort from everyone. Except they lost.
I hate to say “could have” in describing this. It’s sounds like it’s almost a good thing. But when I say “could have” I mean that the Canadiens played a sharp game, outshooting New Jersey 30-28, and they had, off the top of my head, a half-dozen great chances to send everyone home giddy and lightheaded. Of course Montreal allowed the Devils to take their pot shots too, but that’s nothing new or unusual. Canadiens allow this every night.
And it’s the same old song and dance. Martin Brodeur loves to play in his old hometown, and he shows his brilliance pretty well every time he suits up there. Maybe he thinks he’d better look good because he knows his dad Denis is hard at work just behind the glass snapping hundreds of award-winning pictures of him.
The chances were there, it didn’t happen, and Canadiens lose. Case closed. End of story. One lousy point. It could’ve been a great night.
The guys get a well-deserved break before greeting the Dallas Stars on Thursday. Please, Habs wives, be gentle.
Scoot Gomez scored the lone Canadiens’ marker.