I said I’d continue later and that’s what I’m doing. Continuing.
I was in downtown Montreal early, Danno and his clan wouldn’t show up from Ottawa for another couple of hours , so as I like to do, I walked the streets. And soon I heard excited voices on loudspeakers and people cheering.
I’d stumbled upon a Parti Quebecois rally in a park, and so I stopped and joined them.
Take away the signs and the voices explaining to the freezing crowd how great it would be if Quebec separated, the folks all seemed quite normal for being such treasonous, brainwashed enemies of the country.
Then I left because I didn’t belong. I’m a Canadian.
Onwards to Ste-Catherine St. where it began to snow, and I stopped for coffee at Nickles. From the window I saw many of the people who were at the rally walking by with their signs. They can only talk about breaking up the country when it’s warmer.
Down Ste. Catherines to another park where a bunch of people were having pillow fights, which was much more normal than being at a Parti Quebecois rally.
Then it was down to meet Danno and his dad and brother, and we went for pizza and then to the game.
And what a tremendous game to be at. Detroit is a skating club, as Montreal certainly can be, and it made for back and forth, clean and skilled action. Emelin thumped, Price was sharp, the DD line brought extra doses of buzz when they jumped over the boards, and the team found themselves with a nice 3-0 lead.
One of my favourites guys, Michael Bournival, opened the scoring in the first, Max would get his 39th of the season in the second, with the third scored shortly after by Brian Gionta.
It was happy times for almost all concerned. Not for Danno’s brother Bob and others, but for most of us.
And it was just after my mentioning out loud that a fourth goal would be nice, along with the fact that it seems that on many nights now Carey Price stands a fine chance of blanking the opposition, that Detroit scored three quick ones and it was tied.
Rarely do you see me as animated as when Gionta would notch his second of the night late in the third and Alex Galchenyuk get the insurance marker. I looked like a separatist in a park trying to break up the country.
It was certainly a terrific night to be at the Bell. The crowd was loud, the game was fast and at times tense, and being with the Danno clan was a joy.
Afterwards it was beer at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel bar, and then I hopped on a bus and made my way home.
Vive Les Canadiens. Vive Canada.
39 goals for Max. So great. And 40 is such a nice round number.
Wings outshot the Habs 37-26.
Quebecois Olympians at Sochi were introduced before the game, which was beautiful. Someday when I’m an Olympian I hope to be introduced at the Bell too.
Habs prospect Tim Bozon, looking great after his meningitis ordeal, was in the crowd and waved. Great to see.
Next up – Habs travel to Chicago for a date with the Hawks on Wednesday.
Below, Danno’s dad, brother Bob, and Danno enjoying nectar of the gods after pizza.