They had no real flow and weren’t much of a threat at the best of time, except for some flurries in the last minute with Al Montoya pulled, and all in all, the Canadiens were stifled throughout by a good Hawks team and lose 3-2.
Montoya played great. His teammates didn’t. But don’t get me wrong, they didn’t stink like they did several times earlier on in this young season. They just ran in to a fine team with a system that never allowed our guys to get any rhythm going.
They had about as much rhythm as me. Well, maybe not that bad, but there wasn’t much. And they played the night before, so maybe they were a bit tired.
Not as tired as construction labourers and factory workers and plumbers, but young, fit, millionaire athletes kind of tired.
Teams lose sometimes, and with a 13-2-1 record, the sky isn’t falling. All they have to do now is beat Florida on Tuesday. If not, the sky will sink closer.
Shea Weber on the power play, and Andrei Markov, were Montreal’s lamplighters.
Chicago outshot the Habs 35-23, which is a bit depressing. I thought they were gradually moving away from these types of numbers.
Several seconds before Patrick Kane scored the winner, the puck hit the netting about thirty feet up and should’ve been blown dead. But the officials missed it, apparently because the puck was camouflaged by all the blackness.
I don’t want to sound like Don Cherry, but I’ve wondered many times, sometimes out loud, why the netting is black and not white. But I never thought about the puck blending in, I just thought that it would be nicer for fans behind it.