Normally one would think that a 3-1 lead going into the third period against a young cellar-dwelling team should be just fine.
Normally. But nobody said the Montreal Canadiens were normal.
It began so well, too. Scott Gomez scored one of his rare goals, which actually went in off an Edmonton skate, but a goal is a goal. Especially when it comes from Gomez, who maybe should consider playing senior hockey soon for the Truro Bearcats or Powell River Regals instead of the league that houses the world’s best players.
Maybe he could go back to Alaska and take dancing lessons from Bristol Palin.
But his goal was a power play play goal, as was Darche’s in the second period, and I sat with a smug and silly smile on my face as Roman Hamrlik made it 3-1 in the second period. At this point I started thinking about the boys racking up the score. C’mon Gomez, get a couple more. Eller – your turn etc. etc.
Then, to make a short story even shorter, the Oilers scored two in the third to tie it, and after Mike Cammalleri screwed around with the puck and lost it after a poor Subban pass, Edmonton skated away with a 4-1 overtime win.
This is the kind of thing that makes me want to take up cricket. Or do some serious beer drinking.
“Luciena, have you seen any ‘Kane’s Really F&*&^%$ Strong Beer’ around here?”
Montreal should have put the hammer down when it was 3-1, but instead gave it away with kindness and generosity.
And really, I don’t feel like going on a rant about some of our underachievers, but Gomez continues to be entirely ineffective and whatever happened to the Mike Cammalleri who was so good in last year’s playoffs? This isn’t the same guy out there. Does Cammalleri have a twin brother who’s a lousy hockey player who is filling in while the real Cammy nurses a sore groin or something? The guy, even though he has some points, is almost as bad as Gomez right now.
This was quite a pitiful display when it could have been a powerful display. And that’s eight games now where it continues to be “win one, lose one.”
Habs travel to New Jersey for a Thursday night tilt.
“Luciena, did you find that beer yet?”