I’m curious to know how much Vitalis paid these fellows to appear in their ads. A thousand bucks? A case of Vitalis? A lifetime supply?
I guess it’s been decided that the future Champlain Bridge in Montreal won’t be named after Maurice Richard after all, which I respect but am disappointed about.
He was my hero when I was a young kid and he remains my hero now. No athlete has ever come close to the impact the Rocket had on me.
My friend Paul sent me a National Post article about how Toronto should name one of their bridges after the Rocket instead. Imagine.
It’s a fun piece and can be seen right here – A Rocket bridge in Toronto
Jiri Sekac and Jarred Tinordi are in, Rene Bourque’s a healthy scratch, and Mike Weaver has come down with the flu.
Is it only a coincidence that both Weaver and Lucy are sick at the same time? Is Weaver having an affair with my wife?
Dustin Tokarski is starting in nets for the Canadiens, and I want to get this out right now. Tokarski’s teammates call him Ticker and not Toker, probably because word has come down from above that there will be no marijuana connotation.
The Canadiens organization is all about image and I’m guessing they aren’t crazy about the nickname Toker. But it’s what I prefer, so here at least, it’s Toker.
The boys have also been playing like they’ve been toking between periods.
Habs – slightly boring. Period in general – more than slightly boring.
Michael Bournival got crunched and it looks like a shoulder problem.
Neat play of the period – Sekac showed some fine moves when he did some dangling on one particular shift.
On the plus side, Toker’s working on a shutout. On the minus side, so’s the Buffalo goalie.
0-0. The shutout is still in effect. Boring is also still in effect.
Neat play of the period – um….Pleky and Max coming close when shorthanded?
Disappointing play of the period – Canadiens came in on a 3 on 1 and Manny Malhotra shot it over the net.
ET LE BUT!!! 1-0 Habs when P.A. Parenteau converts a P.K. rebound. It’s hard to believe and I don’t know what to say.
But…hold on. After Jiri Sekac crushed Zadorov into the end boards, the Sabres tied it up on the power play.
Better period but it still sucked.
Neat play of the period – I forgot to write it down if there was one.
Two great chances by Max, both foiled by Neuvirth.
Them – yep
Galchenyuk – yep
Them – nope
DD – nope
Them – nope
Parenteau – yep
Canadiens win 2-1. Not great by a long shot, but it’s two points and maybe they can become motivated by this.
Next up – Saturday, when gambling kingpin Thomas Vanek and the Minnesota Wild visit the Bell.
They were doing so well too. A whack of wins in October. Then…….
In spite of the fact the Canadiens looked swell and outshot the visiting Chicago Blackhawks 11-5, they of course fell behind 1-0 because that’s what they do. Fall behind. Or at least in 11 of the 13 games they’ve been in.
They had some fine chances too. Parenteau. DD. I’m sure there were others too. It’s all too hazy. But no one scored because that’s what they do. They wait for the other team to score first.
I like what they’re doing. They’re so good they’ve decided to spot other teams a goal, just like we did when we were kids and we had a ringer on our team.
Neat play of the period? Carey Price lunging by the crossbar to push a floating puck away.
Unlike the first period, the Canadiens were a bit of a mess as Chicago outshot the boys 17-8.
2-0 Hawks on a weird bounce. My dedicated Habs fan wife is now reading Facebook.
Neat play of the period – Price sticking his paddle out to stop a Marian Hossa shot.
Not-so-neat play of the period – P.K. Subban nullifying (screwing) his team’s power play by taking a dumb holding penalty.
Not-so-neat play of the period, part two – Tom Gilbert letting his stick fly around into a Hawk player’s face and getting a double minor with just under 4 minutes left in the period.
That sinking feeling is giving me indigestion.
P.K. Subban covered his man in front of the net the way Tomas Kaberle would and presto, his man, Brad Richards, made it 3-0 visitors.
Neat play of the period – boos from the crowd.
Tonight (Wednesday) in Buffalo. The Sabres are way down in the basement. Which doesn’t mean a thing of course.
Will the Canadiens score first? Will they score on the power play? Will they score? The answers, my friends, are blowing in the wind.
Saying the Canadiens were lousy is pretty well all that needs to be said about the 6-2 loss to the Calgary Flames at the Bell Centre.
The Flames were excellent, the Habs weren’t. Montreal was outworked, outskated, outsmarted, gave up plenty of giveaways, and it was all capped off by the Flames fifth goal coming after P.K. fell down.
An embarrassing night for the CH, and this business of the other team usually scoring first is more than tiresome. The madness has to stop. Come-from-behind wins eventually slow down to a crawl. Like now.
Don’t look now but the team has lost their last three of four, so if it’s not a full-fledged slump, it could be very soon. It’s time for some soul-searching. I know it’s early but slumps are slumps and when the team is about to enter one, it’s depressing whether it’s early or later on.
They didn’t play well in Western Canada and it continues in their first game back at home. They need to play much better than this and it certainly can’t be hard. They just need to look at tapes of this game and do the opposite.
Calgary outshot Montreal 19-4 in the first period, which is unacceptable to say the least. The great October run must have given the boys swelled heads.
Overall shots on goal – Calgary 36, Montreal 20.
Rene Bourque finally scored, which puts him on track for a 7-goal season. Max got the other. (Late-breaking correction – Bourque’s goal was given to Lars Eller later on, so forget the 7 goal thing).
Next up – the Hawks are in town on Tuesday. Time to stop the nonsense.
To have a bridge named after Maurice Richard would be such a tremendous way of honoring the great man who died in 2000, and I sure hope it happens. What a thing it would be for his family.
I’d be proud to drive over the Maurice Richard Bridge.
This, from CTV News:
“Meanwhile there is no guarantee that the new bridge will keep the Champlain name.
“Federal Transportation Minister Denis Lebel said that in conversations the name that keeps coming up is Maurice Richard, the famous Montreal Canadiens’ hockey player, however Lebel would not commit to any name.”
I was going to wait until the Canadiens and Leafs squared off before posting this great picture but I see that they don’t play each other again until Valentine’s Day which is a long way away. So I decided to put it up today instead.
A great old Habs/Leafs illustration on the cover of a 1949 MacLean’s magazine, created by Canadian artist Franklin Arbuckle and sent to me by Ed, a fellow who was at John Lennon’s Montreal press conference in 1969 and who handed John a Canadiens sweater and toque to wear, which you can see here – Lennon’s Habs sweater.
From Ed’s pile of old magazines – back in the days when players from opposing teams sat together in the penalty box.
If I would’ve tried to stay up to watch the Habs in Vancouver in a game that began at 10 pm in the east, there’s a chance I could’ve fallen asleep at the control panel and if my head dropped on the wrong button, missiles would have been sent to various places around the globe and I couldn’t risk that as you can well imagine.
So I went to bed, saved the world in doing so, and when I woke up in the morning saw that although the Canadiens had tied the score in the third period on goals by Alex Galchenyuk and Max Pacioretty, the team would eventually lose 3-2 in overtime.
3 of 6 possible points on this western Canada road trip. Could be worse I suppose.
Now it’s the Habs facing the Calgary Flames on Sunday night at the Bell. At a nice 7 pm eastern.
If you hate the Habs, you might want to stop reading right about now. Although if you hate the Habs, you’re probably not on this page anyway.
Fans of teams in western Canada must really like it when the boys come to town. I’m pretty sure about that. I used to think it would bug the hell out of them with all the Canadiens sweaters in the crowd and loud cheers and such, but now I think these folks like it, even if they’re ashamed of themselves for liking it.
There’s a cool aura about the Habs, although many say otherwise. It comes up all the time about how the aura is gone. It’s hard to hear that. People who say this sort of thing aren’t taking our feelings into consideration.
This is the team many of these western fans’ moms or dads, aunts or uncles, grandmas or grandpas cheered for, and it doesn’t matter that they themselves grew up preferring Lanny McDonald or the Sedins, they’re screwed and they come by it naturally.
The Canadiens are in their bloodstream and unless they go to Switzerland and get a complete oil change like Keith Richards apparently did, there’s nothing they can do about it.
Of course they want their team to kick ass. But it’s a special visit anyway.
I’d like to thank Rene Roy in Halifax for searching stores there and finding these two Peps which he sent me right away, and which came on Tuesday whereas I ate one just minutes later.
Can’t find them anywhere in Montreal. Couldn’t find them anywhere in Kingston either. But Rene found two in Halifax.
Canadiens in Calgary after getting whupped 3-0 Monday by the boys 3 hours north up Highway 2. I used to drive parts of that number 2 when I drove semis out of Calgary. It’s a dangerous stretch. Too flat. Too much wind. Too many cows to distract you.
Oh, you’re saying, he used to drive semis? Yes I did, for 20 years. 14 in Ontario, 6 in Alberta, from the mid-1970s to mid-’90s. Was never all that crazy about it, and I was never able to figure out how to be a trucker who worked out of the house.
Again it’s a late puck drop. 9:00 eastern. I surrender.
Three Habs penalties. Two Habs power plays.
0-0 after 1. Is that interesting?
1-0 Flames when a nice shot by Mark Giordano, who looks like he needs to shave about three times a day, beat Price after mass confusion led to big trouble.
The team is way out of sync. Nothing’s going right. They’re playing like they had a liquid lunch at Dusty’s Saloon, a place where I once chatted with Louis Sutter, dad of the Sutter boys, when we stood side by side at the urinals.
That happened to me one other time when Vancouver billionaire tycoon Jim Pattison and I peed side by side at urinals in a wholesale food warehouse.
1-1! Tom Gilbert out of the blue, with nice work from Rene Bourque, a man not usually known for his digging in the trenches. Habs fans at the Saddledome sing ole ole soon after.
I’m a non-ole type of guy. I wish someone would blow the song up.
Flames are outshooting Montreal 25-11. And the Canadiens power play continues to be pathetic. They should hang their heads.
Three Canadiens in the box late in the period, but the boys now need to buy Price a steak dinner. He’s saved their bacon a bunch of times. Too many penalties in this game, and the Edmonton affair, including an Emelin trip to the sinbin with just 2:13 left.
The Flames had seven power plays but failed miserably. Thanks to Price and Price only.
Back and forth they went, 4 on 4, and it was mostly Price once again. No goals, and in the shootout, P.A. Parenteau got it done and the team heads over the Rockies to Vancouver with two points in their pocket.
The Flames outshot Canadiens 38-19.
Game time Thursday in Vancouver – 10 freakin o’clock.