Habs Humbled In Hogtown
April 13, 2013 in Boston Bruins, Brandon Prust, Brendan Gallagher, Carey Price, Montreal Canadiens, Toronto Maple Leafs Tags: Brad Marchand, Carey Price, Don Cherry, Nazem Kadri, Peter Budaj, Travis Moen
It began with a Toronto power play goal and ended three shots later, when Carey Price was yanked and the score was 3-0 Leafs after just ten minutes of the first period.
Three goals on four shots, and if that doesn’t deflate a hockey team nothing will. The Habs were playing decent hockey, it was a game to be won, but the goalie couldn’t stop the puck.
In the end it was a 5-1 throttling at the hands of the Toronto Maple Leafs, as dismal a thought as can be, as depressing as the 6-0 pasting the Leafs put on the boys back in February, and I could almost forgive them if someone had shoved a curved stick down Nazem Kadri’s throat, but that wasn’t to be either.
Just a lousy evening of hockey. An embarrassment in front of Leaf fans. Now everyone in Toronto is going to think they have a good team and they’re going to be smiling and feeling good and it makes my stomach beg to let its contents spill into the living room.
And to think I could’ve gone shopping at Walmart or something equally exciting. What a waste of a Saturday night.
The team needs to suck it up, go home, and prepare for the Flyers on Monday. We need to suck it up too, not blame Carey Price because we’re nice people, and focus on cheering the boys loud and hard from here on in. Price and Budaj allowed five goals, but the team in front of them scored just once.
Yes they were deflated early, but players need to regroup because they’re pros. And if they don’t, what are team psychiatrists good for?
I’m not in the mood to babble anymore so I’ll just head right to Random Notes.
Montreal outshot the Oafs 37-28. A lot of good it did.
Don Cherry’s boyfriend Nazem Kadri is my new Brad Marchand. Damn I wish someone would have squished that nose of his, or jammed a puck between his teeth. But unfortunately, players like Travis Moen and other decent-sized guys have decided that they’ll get by with their pure hockey talent and others can do the dirty work.
Brandon Prust, Frankie Bouillon, and Brendan Gallagher can’t be expected to handle all the physical play. Couldn’t Moen and a few others chip in with some nastiness and knuckle sandwiches from time to time? Even if it hurts? Maybe come to the rescue. Make a statement. Settle some scores. Doesn’t seem like it.
Moen has a role to play and it’s not as leading man in My Fair Lady.
The whole thing was a disgrace. I’m going to Walmart now to try and forget it.