Those wild and crazy Montreal Canadiens! They came from behind and beat the Pittsburgh Penguins 3-2 to tie the series. What drama, what suspense. What officiating.
It just didn’t seem fair for some reason. Montreal was only allowed to put six players on the ice at a time, while Pittsburgh had one goalie, two defensemen, three forwards, and two referees playing. But regardless. The Canadiens stormed back after it looked like they’d never recover from a first period 2-1 Penguins lead, found their legs in the third, and with a beautiful grinder goal by Maxim Lapierre and a shot from the side by Brian Gionta that had eyes, the tide was turned.
Suddenly, the Bell Centre was exploding, the crowd sensed that victory could be snatched from the jaws of defeat, and the deafening noise could be heard almost to Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia. I couldn’t hear it on the west coast, though. I was too busy cheering like crazy to hear anything anywhere else.
I’m very proud of my heart. It didn’t stop once, although it came very close. And I’m so proud of the Montreal Canadiens. They fought through adversity, put a blanket once again over the big guns (mostly), and I’m left blissfully brain-dead with almost nothing left to say. You saw it, your heart took a beating, and we come out smiling.
Wow, what a night!
On a more downer note, I’m guessing the officials of tonight’s game, who will remain nameless, grew up with a real hate-on for the Habs.
Even Don Cherry, who normally doesn’t defend the Habs in any which way, said the calls against Montreal were ridiculous. “I tell it like it is,” said Don.
Yes they were ridiculous. CBC also showed a montage late in the game of about ten different occasions where Pittsburgh got away with murder. Obvious infractions. These zebras should be hauled up on the red carpet.
But I digress. Even though Pittsburgh’s two goals in the first came as a direct result of the referee’s ill-timed decision to drop acid before the game began.
Montreal’s first goal came from guys we’ve been harping at to get more production from. Tom Pyatt was the marksman with help from Travis Moen and Glen Metropolit. We need more of this.
I think I need to go and lie down now for a few minutes. My pulse is still racing. This was another fine example of hockey being the world’s fastest and most exciting game.