Just so you know, and I say this every year, that even though this is a Habs site, I carry on and post 365 days a year. So please check in if you have nothing else to do. But if you really are too busy from here on in, just don’t overdo things if you’re a little out of shape. I want you ready to go for the Habs’ Cup run beginning next fall.
I woke up this morning with a hangover. A clear, non-head-hurting hockey hangover. Whew, that’s a mouthful!
Last night when the game and series ended, it was strictly numbness filling my head. I turned off the television and wrote my post and wandered around the house with most brain cells turned to dim or off.
This morning, though, I woke to the full and lousy realization of what had happened. The Canadiens are finished for the year and this is something I’ve never come to grips with, never gotten used too. I’ve been alive for 18 Montreal Stanley Cups, but have also been around 42 times when they’ve not been able to hoist Lord Stanley’s hardware, and 42 times it’s felt quite shitty thank you very much.
I know I’m not supposed to feel like this. It’s just a game, they say. And I tell myself that I’m a grown man and there are so many other things in this crazy, screwed-up world that I should be more concerned about. But I love the Montreal Canadiens, as many of you have already figured out, and I’ve simply learned to juggle my life, to work and raise a family and follow the news and vote and cut the lawn and drink some really strong beer and try to live a normal and somewhat responsible life, all the while keeping lots of room for my team.
I don’t know if this had anything to do with my divorce 20 years ago but it’s possible I suppose.
Now the ride is over for awhile. I watched a cricket game from India late last night if you’re interested. They hit the ball all over the place and then nothing happened after that. I’ll have to get back to you on that.
Again, if you feel like stopping in, I’ll be here every day, babbling away. If you don’t come back for awhile, I’ll be babbling anyway. It’s just better if I’m not talking to myself, that’s all.
Habs gone again. Geez I hate this feeling.