Habs And Caps Square Off At The Bell
February 4, 2012 in Alex Ovechkin, Alexei Emelin, Max Pacioretty, Montreal Canadiens, PK Subban, Tomas Plekanec, Washington Capitals, Winnipeg Jets Tags: Alex Ovechkon, Alexei Emelin, David Desharnais, Erik Cole, Lars Eller, Mathieu Darche, Max Pacioretty, Mike Milbury, Peter Budaj, PK Subban, Scott Gomez, Tomas Kaberle, Tomas Plekanec
Almost to the minute after the siren sounds to end the Habs-Caps game today, I have to rush off to work and help keep things going while the rest of you eat, drink, and be merry. So I need to have some sort of game recap all wrapped up before I head out the door.
I guess the only way is for me to babble on during the game, a game where questions linger. Can Montreal win? Will they blow a lead? How many breakaways will Tomas Plekanec get? Will Gomez score? Will PK slew-foot anyone? Will Alexei Emelin send fellow countryman Alex Ovechkin into the third row? What about the lousy power play? And will Molson’s ten-dollar beer sales be up or down?
How will they do? Only Mike Milbury and PJ Stock know for sure, because they know pretty well everything there is to know.
Back in a bit.
The game is underway, Peter Budaj is in nets for Montreal, and the way he plays today will go a long way in deciding whether I fire him or not when I own the team. So far so good.
Both teams are feeling each other out in these early minutes, and yes, I feel it. The Habs will win the Cup. They’re playing that well. Gomez, on a line with Lars Eller and Mathieu Darche, didn’t score on his first shift, in case you were wondering.
Washington’s Dennis Wideman sent a fluff ball over Budaj’s shoulder to give the Caps a flukey 1-0 lead. Budaj couldn’t see it. At least I’m hoping he couldn’t see it. If he could see it, he’s fired. Wideman’s shot reminds me of mine.
Please bear with me. It’s tricky to watch the game and type with two fingers at the same time.
The game’s first penalty goes to Emelin, a bit of a chintzy call, but the Canadiens kill it. It’s one of the things they do well. We have at least that to hang our hats on.
Period’s over, it’s 1-0 Washington, and I feel it’s only a matter of time before this Canadiens juggernaut starts smoking and explodes into a fireball of net-filling.
Period two underway and the Cole line puts the pressure on. I’d like to divide Gomez’s 7 million-plus salary into three and give it to Cole, Pacioretty, and Desharnais. Is that progressive thinking or what?
Gomez takes a shot. Crowd goes ooh and aah.
Habs almost score – Desharnais, Cole etc, then at the other end, Peter Budaj throws his stick which leads to a penalty shot. STOPPED by Budaj. Still waiting for that Habs fireball of net-filling. Should be anytime now.
Montreal’s first power play of the game. Should they decline it? Can they score? I’ll let you know in the next sentence.
Nope. Of course not. What did you expect?
That’s it for the second period. Still nothing from the Canadiens. What a sad sack bunch. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry but I’m leaning towards laughing.
Five minutes gone, still no Habs explosion. Not even a trace of smoke.
2-0 Washington. Kaberle plays soft and gives up the puck. Kaberle’s a bum.
At least they’re not blowing a lead, if that’s any consolation.
Gomez rushes, over to Eller, and a 10 mph backhand is stopped by Vocoun. It just doesn’t get any more exciting.
Kaberle f**ks up, which leads to another penalty shot. This time it’s a goal, it’s now 3-0, and did I mention what a bum Kaberle is?
That’s it. I’ll just fast forward the last few minutes and be done with. Shut out 3-0. It’s disgraceful.
Now I’m off to work, which will feel like a holiday in Hawaii compared to watching this bunch.