At a loss for words here but I’ll give it the old college try.
Max, with 43 seconds left, sends our Montreal Canadiens into the second round and I’m numb and left exhausted. And it’s only the first round.
A sweep over the pesky Tampa Bay Lightning. Two periods of perfect hockey where the team would take a nice 3-1 lead, then a slight letdown in the third and the Lightning would tie it.
But Max, who couldn’t buy a goal for the past week or two, shoved it under Latvian goalie Kristers Gudlevskis for the winner and all’s well in Habsland.
What a sport hockey is. Especially when the good guys give us an incredibly serious bang for the buck so to speak.
The agony and the ecstasy.
Moving on to round two.
A team playing with passion and drive.
Rene Bourque coming alive and again a supreme force. He never lived up to expectations after coming over in the Cammalleri trade. Until now. And in a big way.
Lars Eller, criticized frequently this season, especially on talk radio, coming through again and being the smooth and effective forward we’d only seen glimpses of this season.
Daniel Briere proving he’s a big time money player.
Everyone contributing, all the way down the line, with tonight’s goals from Briere, Eller, Gally, and then Max, which is a goal from each of the four lines.
And although the Vanek, DD, Max line was on the quiet side, Vanek would assist (along with P.K.) on Max’s winner. So the points from the line came anyway.
Imagine how proud papa Ray Pacioretty, sitting in the stands, must be.
The team was unreal in the first and second period, creating rush after rush, skating like the wind, checking Tampa to a standstill, clearing the net, making the right passes, doing all the right things.
I watched them play like that and I saw a real team. A team that takes a back seat to no one.
Now it’s a week’s wait. That’s fine. It’s going to take me that long to recuperate.
Canadiens outshot the Bolts 37-23.