They were playing so well. Controlling things, getting good chances, outshooting the heralded and league brass fav Capitals. The Bell Centre was alive, the players were alive, and we were alive in front of our TV’s. And to regurgitate a well-worn and tired cliché, the future was so bright we had to wear shades.
Then, suddenly and without warning, it all went down the toilet.
The Canadiens gave up a disastrous shorthanded goal, and everything began to unravel. Two goals, then three. The longer it went with Montreal not scoring, the more the air went out of the home team and home crowd. And soon, Jaroslav Halak was pulled and Carey Price skated to his net.
Then it became four and five goals.
Oh, such disappointment. Such regret. It was a game we all wanted so badly, and we saw our team playing with fire, poise and sharpness. Until the Washington shorthanded goal. What could have been. If Montreal would have scored on that power play, or at least have nothing change at this point, we might be a tremendously happy bunch in Habsland right now. But the wrong team scored, the nightmare commenced, the game ended as a 5-1 score, and I’m dragging myself to work tonight quiet, sad, and disappointed, and I hate this feeling.
They needed to score when things were going good. They needed to find a way when they were the better team, but they didn’t. They missed the net too often, shot at Varlamov’s body too often, and they never found a way. Didn’t find a way when things were good, and didn’t find a way when things were bad.
It went from glorious to ghastly in too short a period of time.
Tomas Plekanec took a penalty late in the second for pushing a Caps player into Varlamov. Gee, after seeing the Caps do this on a regular basis in game two without it being called, I thought this play was legal.
A big third period Habs power play lasted all of three seconds before Andrei Kostitsyn took a completely borderline call penalty. Of course. Can’t be having the Habs climb back into the game.
Jacques Martin waited too long to pull Halak. It was a chance to reverse the momentum by bringing in Price, but instead, Martin waited until the coffin was nailed shut.
It’s not over ’till the lovely but slightly overweight lady sings, and on Wednesday night, the boys have a chance for redemption. And good Habs fans everywhere never say die.