An evil night. An evil, Edgar Allan Poe, raven night. A 6-1 crushing by the Boston Bruins. Why, oh why, did I befriend the raven at the west rim of the Grand Canyon?
I stood outside Bally’s on the Vegas strip when we got back from the Canyon and watched the scores come in on the big neon sign, and I saw it. I saw the score. The sickening whitewashing by those long-time rivals, the evil Bostonians. This after a beautiful come-together and slick game against Ottawa.
Now the Habs have lost three games out of four. Three stinkers, one beauty. What the f………..k?
And then I read that Alex Kovalev was on the third line because he was so ineffective. What the f…………k?
And then I read that Milan Lucic pounded Mike Komisarek. What the f………….k?
Is this going to be one of those years where you don’t know what you’re gonna get from the Habs on most nights? They’re great, they stink. they’re great, they stink?
Nope. I don’t believe it. I believe they’re going to get it together sometime soon and become the powerhouse we all want to know and love. I read ‘The Power of Positive Thinking’ years ago, and although it didn’t do me any good then in my personal life, maybe it will now with the team.
But I gotta tell you. I’m pretty concerned about Alex Kovalev.
Okay, it’s not really game notes.
It’s about the Grand Canyon, which I was at today.
There’s an old part of a cable car structure still there, so I asked somebody about it.
It used to be a cable car in the 1930, 40’s, and 50’s that workers rode down into the Canyon to mine some sort of rock, and the cable stretched two miles across. This was all fine and dandy until sometime in the 1950’s when a plane decided to fly into the Canyon and it hit the cable and a bunch of people were killed.
How’s that for a grim story to end a grim night?