The Canadiens ended the season in fine fashion, winning 4-1 over the Toronto Maple Komisareks, and I’m sad as I sit in a Travelodge motel in Langley, BC, after watching the game at the Murrayville Town Pub which included several pints and a plate of onion rings which has lined my stomach with a grease that may take until next season to dissolve.
I’m sad because of what could have been. Tonight again, Erik Cole and Max Pacioretty bulged the twine like they should and would, Tomas Plekanec scored on a breakaway during a 5 on 3 power play for the Komisareks, which he should and did, and PK Subban again skated miles like he did and does.
I feel proud of the team, even though they’re done. They deserved better. They didn’t ask for injuries, and they didn’t ask for Pierre Gauthier. And either did we. They’re done but they’re better than their record showed.
Excuse me but I have to say this…………Fuck.
It’s obvious how well-liked Brad Staubitz is. He scored an empty-netter, and the team was so happy for him it made my heart soar like a pelagoris.
Shots on goal…Montreal 27, Komisareks 31.
Carey Price, decked out in black, with black cowboy hat and watch chain dangling from his vest pocket, looked magnificent and should be a shoo-in for the next Bat Masterson movie.
Next game – a golf course near you. &$%#^&