The Canadiens found themselves in tough against the San Jose Sharks Saturday night. Overmatched I suppose.
Although I usually hate to admit that.
But as Confucious once said, “He who doesn’t bulge the twine, doesn’t win.”
Les Glorieux simply had no real flow to their offence, which of course showed on the scoreboard as they weren’t able to muster even a single goal, which translated to a 2-0 win by the ungrateful guests.
It’s a good team, these San Jose Sharks. But they got a major break in the third period when a shoot-in deflected badly off the glass with Carey Price behind the net preparing to corral it, and suddenly a 1-0 game became 2-0.
And at that point, the way the Sharks were playing, the way they were checking the Habs into the ground and ringing pucks off posts, the siren might as well have gone off and everyone head home.
It was 0-0 after the first, and the Canadiens were showing that they could play with this Western Conference team. They were step to step with them, and a goal might have given them the extra adrenaline they would need on this night, not to mention the extra vibes from the crowd.
But it began to look dismal when Montreal took their third straight penalty, the Sharks finally broke the ice, and from then on the Canadiens looked ragged and a tad confused. And then that horrendous bad deflection off the glass and it became one of those nights.
Basically it was a one-goal game throughout, aside from that fluke. And aside from the couple of posts the Sharks hit.
Carey Price was once again solid in nets, but a goal or two at the other end would have helped. But as long as hockey has been played, shutouts have happened. It’s as normal as jock itch.
Shots on goal – Sharks 37, Habs 22. So I guess the home team basically took a spanking.
Travis Moen took a puck in what appeared to be the forehead, and blood came gushing out. But I feel he’s fine because I can remember when I was playing beer league hockey in Ottawa and a puck fluttered my way at about two miles an hour, hit me in the forehead, and there was so much blood it looked like I’d need about ten stitches at least.
It was one measly stitch. Apparently there’s a large storage of blood above the eyes that will flow like Niagara Falls if hit just right. But of course I’m no Dr. Recchi so I can’t say for sure.
Next up – Monday, when the Canadiens hit Broadway for a meeting with the Rangers. Then it’s a quick trip home to take on the visiting Dallas Stars on Tuesday.