For most of Friday’s game in Philadelphia, (there’s no way I’m calling it the City of Brotherly Love), the Canadiens ran around like kids at recess, with no pressure, no flow, and passes they should be ashamed of. And because of all that and more, they lost 3-2 to the unlikable Flyers.
Sure the team came back in the third period and made it close with two quick goals, one by newcomer Dominic Moore and the other by Glen Metropolit, but overall, it was painful to watch, at least for me. Maybe I’m just expecting too much. It’s such a roller coaster ride with this team, and tonight, the Habs made Philly look like world beaters, which is certainly not the case. They allowed Flyers goalie Michael Leighton to enjoy several extended coffee breaks. In fact, often enough, Leighton could’ve hustled out of the building, ran down the street for doughnuts, and made his way back before Montreal got near the net.
And they made Scott Hartnell look good even though he’s a homely son of a bitch.
However, one positive emerged from this sad state of affairs. I thought I was seeing Paul Coffey out there, going coast to coast at a mile-a-minute. Instead, it was young PK Subban, the Habs blue chipper, playing like he belonged. It’s a little ironic, isn’t it? We go all year with mostly slow, trudging defensemen, and we’ve got a jackrabbit down on the farm waiting patiently for his turn.
On this night, Subban was the only bright light I could find. Everyone else was reasonably mediocre. And Carey Price continues to make me nervous.
Hope you have a restless sleep, boys. Run it through your head how you were outworked and outperformed by the Flyers. Keep that anger you had at the end of the game. In fact, if you had shown emotion like that throughout, you could have won the thing. You’ve got a chance to redeem yourself in 24 hours.