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Canadiens Smelled Like……..

A comatosed and confused Canadiens squad were bombed 6-2 by the Edmonton Oilers on Saturday night at the Bell Centre, and once again the season unravels for our lovable unlikable ones.

All that fine and dandy good work shown recently, down the drain like an old man’s hoark in the kitchen sink.

All that clawing back from a deadly early season slump to win five straight, look great, and suddenly find themselves in a playoff spot – down the drain.

Carey Price going from mediocre to terrible to finally being the real Carey Price again – down the drain, because he’s back to mediocre again.

Now it’s three straight losses and they smelled worse than the broccoli and fish salad I bought at the deli today. They were every bit as bad as any night during this pathetic season. Worse than most.

Could it be that all 22 players are going through a divorce which is affecting their play?

Mistakes, like Charles Hudon failing to get the puck over the blueline, it was quickly turned over, and ex-Hab Mike Cammalleri scored his first goal in 37 games to open the scoring.

Our man Price stopped the puck behind the net and nonchalantly shot it around, only to have the puck knocked out of the air and yes, into the net it ended up, and it became 2-0. Price did this before when the team was in the pits of hell and now he’s done it again.

Shea Weber, who truly smelled like my broccoli and fish salad, was slow to cover his man, and it was 3-0. Then it was 4-0 (two goals within the first 2 1/2 minutes of the second period), and Price was out and Antti Niemi was in.

And to make a long story short, it became 4-1, then 5-1 (Karl Alzner kicked it into his own net), 6-1, and 6-2.

This game was worse than Patrick Kane’s Stanley Cup popcorn maker commercial. Yes, it was that bad.

A few good things were done by the Habs on Saturday night. They all apparently managed to drive to the rink without hitting a lamppost. And they……okay, it’s just the lamppost thing. Everything else sucked.

This is good though……

 

 

 

Sharks Go Out Fighting

It took a Ryan Kesler goal with 16 seconds left in the third period to tie it at two, and a puck that bounced fortuitously off a stanchion to Kevin Bieksa, who fired a fluttering shot past Antti Niemi midway through the second overtime period.

And with that, the Vancouver Canucks hurtle themselves into the Stanley Cup final against an eastern team unfortunately not named the Montreal Canadiens.

The Sharks were just 16 seconds from taking the game back to northern California for a big game six. But it isn’t to be. Full marks to them, though, they played hard and tough. Although Dany Heatley, in Gomezian fashion, was mostly a non-factor for the entire series.

Both Sedin’s were outstanding in this big game five, as was Roberto Luongo in net. But I’ve seen the Green Men have better nights.

Canucks fans can taste a Stanley Cup. Can this team do it? Most of the west coast thinks so.

I can’t go on. I’ve got to get up at 4:30 which feels like only minutes away.

 

Shoot Out In Windy City

It was 6-5 Hawks with five minutes to go when I left the house and went on a massive several-mile walk to see my buddy play drums with the Blues Busters at a watering hole in the nearby Historic Townsite of Powell River. So at this writing, I don’t even know how the game ended up.

All I know is, Flyers goalie Michael Leighton, who stoned the Habs with three shutouts in that series, was pulled in the second period of this game one when the Hawks scored the fifth time, and Antti Niemi in goal for Chicago wasn’t any better.

It’s slightly difficult for me to babble on about teams other than the Habs because frankly, I have no affection for any team in the league and I don’t think I’ve ever chosen one over another in a playoff battle that the Habs weren’t part of.

I don’t care at all that Chicago is an original six team. Hell, when the Hawks beat Montreal in 1961 I could barely stand it and wished Bobby Hull, Stan Mikita, Ken Wharram, Pierre Pilote and the rest would just go away and never come back.

And the Flyers? The only thing that makes me smile about Philadelphia is the time Mike Williamson and I, on our way to the Atlantic City Pop Festival in 1969, climbed an outside set of stairs at Philadelphia City Hall and smoked a joint at the top. Otherwise, forget about it. Everyone from the sign man to Kate Smith to the original Broad St. Bullies and Sylvester Stallone.

Whoever wins, fine. Wouldn’t mind seeing some good fights, though.