It appears that Montreal fire hydrant and rock steady 5’8″ defenseman Francis Bouillon, who took a puck in the lower part of his face, is okay. Maybe some chicklets lost, or maybe a near-miss to the throat, but regardless of some pain, or marshmallows and ice cream for dinner, he’ll be fine. Thank God.
That was scary.
And his team won 3-2 with a shootout goal by Alex Kovalev. And like every win, even though ugly, it gets my hopes up that they’ll build and build and turn this lucky win into a bunch of wins.
I hope this ever time.
Francis Bouillon could play on my team any time. Even at 196 pounds, he’s a tough little guy who’ll crash, bang, fight bigger men, make good heads-up plays, and most importantly, he’s a small man who who plays like a big man.
When he skated off the ice quickly, holding his mouth or throat area, and a couple of trainers ran to help, it scared me. It reminded me of the Trent McCleary incident, where the player almost died.
When Bouillon skated off, it didn’t matter one bit whether the team won or lost. It was all about Francis, and when I read afterwards that he was okay, then I was okay too.
Big win. They don’t make it easy on themselves, but a big win.
Tuesday in Raleigh to tackle the Hurricanes. Build on tonight’s win.
That’s one small win for Hab mankind, one giant leap to get something going.