I’m convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Habs, almost to a man, need serious professional help.
To stink in a crucial game, against a mediocre team like Buffalo. How can it be explained?
It can’t be explained by me, that’s for sure. I’m a lover, not a genius.
Montreal falls 3-1 to the Sabres, and have almost fallen right off the map. They now sit about 16th in a 15 team eastern division. They were flat, sloppy, and puzzingly uninspired, in a game they needed so badly. Outshot 19-7 in the second period. Outshot 40-28 over the course of the night.
Pass the Bromo Seltzer.
Yep, they had us going all right. That 7-2 thumping of the Detroit Red Wings last week. Now that was a team, a Montreal Canadiens squad to make us stand up and cheer and find hope in. They led us on, the bastards, because they came out tonight and the smell of vomit filled the air.
I’m not going to go on and on here. My heart’s not in it. I apologize, and I’m sure if you want to read the gruesome details, you won’t have much trouble finding everything on other sites
I’ve had a sore back today.
Found a dime.
Cleaned the litter box.
Bastards in NJ Thursday.