These posters are on poles lining my street. Bears love garbage, so please people, no early morning food scraps, Boston Bruin and Toronto Maple Leaf sweaters, and Justin Bieber CDs. Thanks.
It’s a loser point so it’s still okay I suppose, but definitely not something to do handstands over.
Not that I could do a handstand. But whatever. Maybe a pushup.
The Canadiens, in falling 2-1 to the visiting Detroit Red Wings, reminded us of too many times this season when they looked flat throughout.
Boring, confused, out of sorts. Weird and a bit baffling. The season’s winding down and they played like they were on tour in northern Saskatchewan.
And in overtime, when they had a chance to win it, Detroit had the puck most of the time.
Oh well. Not that big a deal. Unless they play like that on Thursday against Carolina. Would two lousy games be a hiccup, or the beginning of the end?
I’m remaining optimistic. Not a good night for the Habs and fans, but it was a point and I suppose they can’t always play like gangbusters.
I just think that management needs to get the wives out of town until June. How many times do I have to say this? It’s obvious.
I can take about five of them at my house in Powell River, and I’ll cash in an RRSP to put the rest up at the hotel down the street.
Al Montoya was in nets, and the last time he was, on March 9th in Calgary, he and the boys lost 5-0. Tonight, it took most of another full game before his team would score for him, thanks to Artturi Lehkonen with 2:29 left in the third.
Do they play a different, more hesitant game when Al is in the nets? If they do, they shouldn’t.
Anthony Mantha’s overtime goal came with just 50 seconds left, with Alex Galchenyuk being walked around like he was Dion Phaneuf or Mike Komisarek.
Chucky isn’t a complete player yet. Maybe next year. Maybe not. Maybe never.
Shots on goal were even at 36.
The Canadiens are still 3 big points ahead of Ottawa, who beat the Bruins 3-2 tonight in Boston.
Done years back, when I didn’t know how to photoshop. I still don’t. It took a lot of clipping heads from gossip magazines, and not that it fits in this case, but I don’t have one like it for the Habs. I should.
So many great things to see in Montreal’s 4-0 loss to the Bruins in Boston.
There was a fine fight in the opening minute that saw Andrew Shaw deck Torey Krug with a solid right. This coming after Krug clocked Shaw on Dec. 12th, which resulted in our often brain-dead penalty taker being concussed for 15 games.
And I enjoyed referee Wes McCauley’s dramatic announcement of the fighting penalties with his mic on.
That’s about it. Everything else sucked, including this recap.
It also sucked to see happy Bruins fans. It’s just so much more heartwarming when these people look like they’re ready to jump off the John Hancock Tower.
Below, pretend it’s Shaw and Krug.
If you’re keeping track, that’s six losses in seven February games for the Canadiens. Points are slip slidin’ away. On far too many nights the gang has less than mediocre, and they’re causing me to rethink my list of passions.
My passions? Making my nose hairs look nice has jumped ahead. Teeth flossing is closing in fast. Sophia Loren and Sofia Vergara were already up there.
Carey Price allowed another four goals. It’s always either three or four goals a night now for our star goalie. Al Montoya is no worse, and he’s terrible.
Now the boys have five days off.
Michel Therrien? Maybe much more than that.
After the boys’ five-day holiday where they’ll sleep in the basement and called names when they go out, they’ll host the Winnipeg Jets on Saturday, which is a 2:00 puck drop (or 11 where I live).
Nathan Beaulieu, who seems to be regressing instead of progressing, was called for slashing Zdeno Chara, which was a polite way of saying he rammed his stick up into Chara’s family jewels.
Chara scored a shorthanded goal to make it 2-0 in the second period, and if you see the replay, enjoy watching Beaulieu take a nice lazy skate behind as the big fellow closed in.
The Bruins made it 3-0 on the power play, and Beaulieu should’ve been benched for the final frame.
I’ll take a nice, tidy 10-1 thumping any time. Too bad it wasn’t against Ottawa, Boston, or Toronto, and so what that the cellar-dwelling Avs were truly lousy on this night. It’s still good. Great even.
It’s also too bad it wasn’t against the Columbus Blue Jackets, who demolished the Canadiens 10-0 back on November 4th.
I wouldn’t have minded 12 or 15 goals, because I’m a greedy bastard. But when you see your team rack up six goals in the first period alone, heady thoughts creep in. Like 12 or 15 goals when all is said and done.
Oh, they’re not suppose to rack up the score? Hey, what’s a dozen or so goals among friends?
It was a fine night at the old (opened in 1996) Bell Centre, with Max Pacioretty scoring four times and adding an assist, Tomas Plekanec racking up four helpers, and a whack of others lighting the lamp or helping to light the lamp.
Just too bad Shea Weber didn’t get on the score sheet. He leads that fellow in Nashville by just 1 point (at this writing), and I’d prefer that our guy had a way better year than that guy. Twice as good, Three times even.
It was just one of those nights. The Canadiens were clicking. Max was flying. Alexander Radulov, with a goal and an assist, was inspiring. The fourth line, led by Brian Flynn was two goals, were demons.
It was time for early Ole Ole’s and a late Na Na Na Goodbye. Time for stress-free watching, some chuckles, some completely relaxed viewing of the boys blitzing the Avs.
But then there was the Alexei Emelin low hit on Joe Colborne late in the game that had commentator Gary Galley seething. Galley said there was no need for it. I say hit ’em for 60 minutes, 10 goals or not.
I think Don Cherry pooh-poohed it too. I’m not sure, I wasn’t really paying attention to the old fellow.
And why won’t Emelin fight when the shit hit the fan, asked Galley? Probably because he has metal plates under his left eye, Gary. The guy’s on the team because he’s a bone bruiser, he hits harder than most. It’s his job. What if Colborne had danced around Emelin and caused a crease-crashing that injured Carey Price?
Nope. Stop ’em in his tracks. Old time hockey. Montreal has seven forwards under 6 feet. A little meanness shown by anyone is a welcomed sight in this corner.
Colborne might have his head up next time he waltzes down the right side. And most players from other teams will see it on the news and possibly be a bit more tentative when they come up against Emelin.
Oh, and maybe it was slightly dirty. I don’t give a shit.
A beauty shellacking on home ice. Fifteen goals scored in two games. What a machine!
Bring on the Bruins (Monday).
Habs scoring went like this:
1st period – Flynn, Pacioretty, Lehkonen, Pacioretty, Byron, Flynn.
2nd period – Radulov, Pacioretty, Petry.
3rd period – Pacioretty
They couldn’t hold a couple of leads, and the Canadiens are now 1 win and 4 losses in their last five after falling to the visiting Ottawa Senators 4-3 on Tuesday night.
I listened to the game on the radio. The Sportsnet channels were showing the Boston-St. Louis game, and RDS was covering the big Impact-TFC soccer game at the Big O.
I like radio games. And even though our little baby girl was shrieking good naturedly throughout, I could still follow the game and was also able to see video afterward of the great goal scored by Alexander Radulov when he undressed Mike Hoffman and beat Craig Anderson.
It’s amazing how patient I am with a noisy little two-year old rugrat carrying on in the background. Much more patient than when I was raising my natural kids all those years ago..
I guess it comes with age. And maybe the drugs and corn liquor.
And for those who don’t know me, how old do you think I am?
Shea Weber opened the scoring in the second period with a patented blast on the power play, and after Ottawa replied to tie it, it was Radulov channeling his inner Guy Lafleur.
Ottawa would soon even it up again, and in the third, Alex Galchenyuk on the PP sent the boys in the lead one more time before Grimace Stone and that Karlsson fellow beat our man Price and that was that.
Four goals for the Senators on 16 shots. That doesn’t sound like Carey Price, does it?
It’s time to redeem themselves on Thursday when the Carolina Hurricanes visit Montreal. If you’ll recall, it was those bastard Canes just last Friday who scored three times in the third period to beat Al Montoya and the rest.
Canadiens outshot the Sens 39-23 and were 2/8 on the PP.
Andrei Markov collected three assists.
Wouldn’t it be nice if others contributed the way Byron, Galchenyuk, Radulov, Weber, and Markov do?
Today, November 22nd, is quite a date. The NHL formed on Nov. 22, 1917, JFK was assassinated on this day in 1963, the Beatles White Album was released at this time in 1968, and on this same day, Nov. 22, 1968, me and my buddy sailed on an ocean liner to England where we spent much of the winter and at one point knocked on the door of the Beatles’ Apple offices on Savile Row and when a secretary answered, I asked if the boys were in. She said no.
We did a lot of great shit in England, including sleeping in a Salvation Army flophouse, standing in a phone booth all night in Coventry in the freezing cold, and seeing John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers (with Mick Taylor), at a small yet historic club called Klooks Kleek.
Mick Taylor would join the Rolling Stones several months later.
Hope you have a great sleep. You deserve it.
It was one eye on the game, one eye on the U.S. election, and one eye on closing day at Classic Auctions’ fall auction, where I was selling some of my stuff.
But with the first eye I saw the Canadiens dropkick the Boston Bruins 3-2 at the Bell Centre, after Paul Byron notched the winner with just 1:02 remaining, and with Carey Price once again holding the fort and racking up first star on the night.
Better than the Habs’ showing against the Leafs eleven days ago. A slight improvement over their game against Philly four days ago. And it goes without saying, a major league improvement over the 10-0 debacle in Columbus five days ago.
But they were still outshot badly against the Bs, 41-23, but maybe it’s not even worth mentioning. They’re badly outshot every game.
The first period saw the home team with more jump than we’ve seen lately, like they were truly focused on waking from their coma. Either that or the wives kicked them into the spare room in the basement.
But even so, Boston outshot the boys 14-5, so jump or no jump, some cracks still aren’t filled.
In the second frame, Shea Weber would open the scoring on the power play with his patented blast from the blueline, but less than a minute later, Boston evened things up.
And then, just twenty seconds later, Alex Galchenyuk lit the lamp and the crowd, as they say, went wild.
In the final frame, Boston would convert on their power play with Alexei Emelin in the box, and it was finally left to Byron to come through in the end.
You have to think that 10 wins in the last 11 games isn’t all that bad, even with a 10-0 loss thrown in. Kind of what Michel Therrien was saying in his press conference earlier.
The Vancouver Canucks would kill for that record.
Canadiens were 1/2 on the power play (Weber).
Weber’s goal was his fourth power play marker, and his fifth overall of this young season. Chucky’s goal was also his fifth.
Alex Radulov collected 2 assists on the night, and is tied with Weber and Galchenyuk with 11 points so far this season.
Canadiens record stands at 11-1-1.
Worth mentioning, and a play that really caught one of my eyes’ attention – Jeff Petry crushed Ryan Spooner into the boards in Emelin, Weber-type fashion. Beauty, eh?
Next up – Thursday, when the boys host the L.A. Kings.
Finally I can rest one eye. And the other two are beginning to get tired.
No, they’re not in a slump. They just ain’t playin’ well.
Apparently they were far from perfect in this Philly game, a night after the ‘Catastrophe in Columbus’.
I don’t know, I didn’t see it.
I feel like I owe you a martini, but there’s gonna be a few times this season when I’ll miss a game.
What, you think I have don’t have a life?
Tonight I’m in Vancouver, doing important family stuff, with a baby in tow, and a hotel room TV showing baby stuff. It’s life getting in the way of Habs life.
But I know they won, beating Philadelphia 5-4, with goals coming from Andrei Markov, Greg Pateryn, Alex Galchenyuk, Phillip Danault, and the winner being a shorthanded (and his first of the year) from Tomas Plekanec.
So no teenage loss slump. The 10-0 slaughter is still in the minds of millions but faded ever-so-slightly. Life is almost worth living.
We”ll know more about the quality of life after the Habs-Bruins tilt on Tuesday.
Sorry. Lyla’s here, bouncing and prancing and running around, the way two years old do.
She has no idea of the importance of Habs wins and losses.
A tidy 4-2 win in Boston, and the Canadiens continue their smokin’ hot October, sitting atop the Eastern Conference with nine points in five games.
A great start, like last year, and which is why I won’t mention it anymore.
Montreal would score twice in the second period, the first coming when Gally one-timed a nice pass from Max, and Phillip Danault converted a beautiful feed from Alexander (Sasha) Radulov.
In the third frame, Paul Byron burst in alone while shorthanded to make it 3-1, and Torrey Mitchell notched his team’s fourth goal after creating a big turnover in Boston’s end.
A big win from this red-hot bunch, and always extra fine when it’s the Bruins involved.
Canadiens outshot Boston 29-21 and their four goals scored per game average remains intact.
They also went 0/5 on the power play, which is about normal I suppose.
Misha Sergachev was a healthy scratch, replaced by Greg Pateryn.
Next up – Monday, when it’s the Flyers’ turn to get pummeled.
At the moment I’m under the weather, and my nose is dripping on the keyboard. Then I get the drippings on my fingertips which will touch loose change in the near future, with the change being touched by the clerk at the 7/11 who will give it to unsuspecting customers who will then pass the change on when they leave a tip on the table at the pub, and pretty soon all of the Powell River region will be under the weather, all because I was dripping on the keyboard.
So I have to cut this short because at the moment I’m feeling hot. Like the Habs, only different.
Beautiful. Tremendous. Hardworking. Almost flawless.
But enough about me. We’re talkin’ Habs here.
The Canadiens, with Carey Price finally back in the nets after 11 long months, took out the visiting Arizona Coyotes with a convincing 5-2 win at the Bell Centre.
Price faced 29 shots while his buddies fired 43 at Arizona’s net, and with the win the boys now see themselves with a mighty fine three wins and a shootout/point in their first four starts.
Who could ask for more? Especially when the entire team put together a rockin’, sockin’, red light-lighting night that will see the bars in Montreal being some of the happiest places on earth this Thursday night.
Maybe because of his World Cup experience, but Alexei Emelin seems a confident and improved player this year, and the hardrock d-man even bulged the twine with a massive blast from the blueline to open the scoring.
Emelin also crushed several unfortunate Coyotes who crossed his path, he hurts when he hits, always has, and this year with Shea Weber on board, he’s not the only one anymore who can turn bones into powder.
Torrey Mitchell in the second period gave his team a nice 2-0 lead after converting a great pass from Nathan Beaulieu, and at this point I thought to myself how cool it would be if Price could shut the door for the entire night.
But I never said it out loud so don’t blame me that it didn’t happen.
Shea Weber scored his first goal in a Montreal uniform, a missile from the blueline on the power play, and also smashed guys on several occasions, especially in the first two frames. A perfect example of why Jonathan Toews said after The Big Trade that it was great that Shea wasn’t in his Conference anymore.
Alex Galchenyuk finally scored his first of the season to make it 4-0, and which sent Coyotes’ goalie Louis Domingue to the bench and replaced by Justin Peters. Peters would see his team begin to fight back and narrow things to 4-2, but in the third, Artturi Lehkonen’s wrist shot lit the lamp, the score became a tidy 5-2, and the clock struck midnight for the visitors.
We can complain about the weather and high taxes and hospital food and the price of cheese, but we can’t complain about the number of goals allowed by the Habs. Al Montoya and now Price, along with the boys out front, have allowed just seven goals in the four games to start the season.
And the gang has scored 16 in these four games to boot.
Alexander Radulov continues to be a major threat and is a great addition.
David Desharnais assisted on Emelin’s goal and is one of six guys who now have four points in four games (DD, Weber, Petry, Pacioretty, Gallagher, and Galchenyuk).
Next up – Saturday in Boston. Hopefully they can keep this going.
Once again, for your possible reading enjoyment, some drawings from my grade two exercise book done at West Ward Public School in Orillia, and which I’ve managed to hold on to all these years.
Yes, some of you have seen some of this before, but I’ve added more this time, so that’s good right?
And as another added bonus, I include a photo of West Ward school in the process of burning to the ground in 1968.
But first things first, my art from grade two, lots of it, and which includes some Habs, a portrait of my teacher Mrs. Williams, along with Elvis Presley, which I spelled ‘Elive Prisie’.
If all this isn’t enticing, I don’t know what is.