I don’t know. I’m not a psychiatrist. I’m not even sure an arena full of psychiatrists would know.
Who knows why the Habs do what they do. Who knows why they come out in Raleigh, North Carolina and play like they’d rather be watching Tiger Woods at the Masters looking like he’d never left.
Carolina, led by Eric Staal with three goals, deflate even more the terribly-slumping Canadiens, and although Montreal’s odds are still fairly good of squeezing into the playoffs, all it means is they’ll probably make a quick exit once they get there. Just another day, another playoff loss.
I’m going to keep smiling and go about my business. Maybe think up some new recipes. Continue to work on my coloured salt idea. Just stay upbeat and think of the good times about a million years ago when the Montreal Canadiens were a force to be reckoned with and would have taken no prisoners from a team like Carolina.
But this is now. Another time, another dimension.
Now it’s down to one game left remaining in this sad-sack season, against the Leafs in Montreal, and the Habs are a flat, uninspired and listless crew. They’re also probably tense and nervous, which might explain why they’re passing the puck like they have blurred vision and storm the net like they’re allergic to the goal crease.
We have to just smile. The Habs have been mostly depressing for much of the season, so what’s different now?
Can’t wait for day two of the Masters.
Just a reminder – Montreal has won just three of their last ten games.
What the f………?