Before the game, Bobby Clarke said the problem with the Montreal Canadiens is that they have no front-line star, something I’ve whined about for years. There’s no Rocket, no Jean Beliveau, no Guy Lafleur. (I originally put my name in here as a joke but after this thing turned serious, I deleted it.) Just a lot of good, smallish, second-line players. That’s why Vincent Lecavalier would have been a good fit. Not just for added talent, but for aura and chemistry and leadership. And until they find that big, bonafide star, I’m sorry folks, but the struggles will continue.
If you’re a welder and you’re paid a king’s ransom to weld two widgets together with 20,000 people watching and a couple of million others tuned in on television, you’re probably going to bear down and weld those widgets like nobody’s business.
Maybe the Montreal Canadiens should become welders. Because there’s definitely something missing as hockey players. Habs fall 2-1 to the Caroline Hurricanes in the biggest game of the year with a playoff spot still not secured.
And forget about all the shots on Cam Ward in the first part of this thing. The Canadiens were mostly mediocre, have forgotten how to score, and I’m in no mood to write a lot of words about this.
Marc-Andre Bergeron scored a power play goal and Roman Hamrlik, although he was wearing a Habs jersey, scored the tying goal for Carolina.
Carey Price, in goal again when his team forgets how to put the puck in the net, must be thinking that maybe he should have gone into welding.
Is it the coach? In a big game like that, the players played with no jam, no intensity. A bunch of guys sitting around the factory having a smoke and talking about last night when they should be working will have the boss kick them in the ass and make them get down to business whether they feel like it or not. That’s his job. Jacques Martin doesn’t seem to know how to do this. This is not a great motivator, this guy. He would’ve made a lousy general in the army.
That was the beauty of the six-team league. Either you perform like you’ve never performed before, or you’re sent down where there were dozens of guys chomping at the bit for that one chance. It was steak vs. hamburger, buses vs. sleepers on trains or plane rides. Heroes or chumps. Just ask Don Cherry. He knows the difference.
And don’t tell me that things are different now and players have to be treated differently, with kid gloves, and a strong union behind them and all that. A job’s a job and pride is pride, whether it was then or now.
I had quesadilla’s a couple of hours ago.
Habs in Philly on Friday.
Youppi’s a lousy mascot.