Tag Archives: Blake Geoffrion

Blake Retires


Montreal’s Blake Geoffrion has announced his retirement after suffering a fractured skull last November in a game against the Syracuse Crunch when he was with the Hamilton Bulldogs.

Blake had come to the Canadiens in a deal that sent Hal Gill to the Nashville Predators.

It’s very sad, and hopefully he’ll will have a wonderful life from here on in. We wish him all the best.

Luci and I were at the Habs-Canucks game in Vancouver last year and were only about twenty feet from him when he netted his very first goal for the Canadiens.

Blake’s Dad In Diapers

That’s Blake Geoffrion’s dad Danny, in white, being shown stuff by Blake’s future grandpa Boom Boom. Danny is just two years old here, so Blake was still a ways off from being made.

Blake’s future uncle Robert is just 5 in this picture, while future aunt Linda is 7.

Blake’s future grandma Marlene, looking gorgeous, is, as you probably know, Blake’s future great-grandpa Howie Morenz’ daughter. Marlene was only three when her famous dad died.

A Motivating Factor

Talk about motivation to play well. Blake Geoffrion today signed a one-year, two-way contract with the Habs which will give him $803,250 if he plays for the big club, but just $62,500 if he’s sent to the minors. That’s a difference of $740,750, which is substantial to say the least. Imagine the Boom Boom and Howie memorabilia this would buy.

This is the kind of contract Gomez needs. Maybe he’d scored three or four instead of a lousy two if he had to play scared.





Nokelainen Signs For A Year

Centre Petteri Nokelainen, along with defenceman Brendon Nash, has signed a one-year deal with the Habs, and this now sees the team with a whack of centremen – David Desharnais, Tomas Plekanec, Lars Eller, Nokelainen, Ryan White, Blake Geoffrion, Alex Galchenyuk, who may or may not crack the lineup this year, and of course, the one and only Scott Gomez.

Maybe a nice juicy trade is in the wind. Or maybe the team just loves depth down the middle. Regardless, Gomez should start packing his wallet and electric head razor.

Nash injured his shoulder in training camp last year and missed the entire season, but will see lots of ice time in Hamilton next season. I love his size – 6’3, 214 lbs, and we could see him earn a regular spot with the big club down the road after Tomas Kaberle is traded to Toronto for a vintage CHUM Chart.




I guess I was a little surprised by a couple of players who received qualifying offers from the Canadiens. You may not agree with me, but that’s great. I didn’t agree with George Costanza when he ate a chocolate bar with a knife and fork.

I was slightly surprised that Blake Geoffrion was given an offer. Blake wasn’t great by a long shot. He worked hard enough I guess, and is a nice skater, but the offence just wasn’t there, managing two goals and no assists in 13 games. Blake’s grandpa was one of my favourite Habs when I was a kid, and I wanted so much more from the grandson.

But if he accepts the offer and stays, maybe he can pick it up a big notch.

Andreas Engqvist is another who hasn’t dazzled. Fifteen games over two season, with points tallying at 0-0-0. But he was given an offer.

Brad Staubitz is a UFA and his name hasn’t seemed to come up much lately, so I’m assuming there’s still a chance he could be Hab next season. I like teams that are tough, you probably do too, and Montreal wasn’t tough until Staubitz came along and gave Ryan White a hand in that honourable department. Staubitz proved more than willing to pound it out. The opposite of Georges Laraque.

With Staubitz and White being feisty, the Canadiens have that extra dimension we’ve been missing, thanks to previous management miscues.

Michael Blunden wasn’t given an offer, and when I think back on how Blunden played, I see a good-sized player who got his nose dirty from time to time, who crashed the net and got involved, but scored only when certain planets aligned. Just twice in 39 games. Blunden is a right winger, as is Staubitz, so is Staubitz sticking?

I’m not trying to be an expert, and maybe I’m missing certain technicalities that I’m not aware of, but what I know is, the Canadiens have to pull up their socks like they’ve never been pulled up before, so the decisons to keep some and let others go are key decisions. Onwards and upwards. The team found themselves in the dumpster last season, and now it’s time for them to climb out, wipe themselves off, and go to work to make sure such disaster never occurs again. At least not in my lifetime.

That sound a little selfish. Not in my lifetime. Yes I care about future Habs fans who will want Cups long after I’m gone. I can see these future fans now, watching on their 100 inch 3-D televisons while robots brings them beer, the sight of grizzled 40-year old Alex Galchenyuk Jr., son of legendary Hall of Famer Alex Galchenyuk, hoisting the Cup for the 7th time in his illustrious career. The tradition continues.




A Habs’ Loss, And No Storm Squad

I looked for them during the game and couldn't find them.

It was a night of great saves by both Cam Ward and Peter Budaj, and in the end, it was another Habs unwanted point in a 2-1 Hurricanes shootout win.

It was a game that gave the Canadiens last place overall in the east, third last in the league at this point, and it’s back to what we know best – losing and not scoring, especially on the power play, after a great game the night before against the Tampa Bay Lightning.

Montreal was a tremendously sad 0 for 7 with the man-advantage, the Desharnais line was shut down, and the cameras never once showed the Carolina Hurricane cheerleading Storm Squad, a spectacle I don’t mind seeing as long as it’s not at the Bell Centre. I just enjoy the jiggling and bouncing of the assets.

Peter Budaj and Cam Ward put on a show, foiling players left and right, with a little help the posts from time to time, but the big one was Ward on David Desharnais, when, with a wide open net, Desharnais fired it and Ward got the big paddle out. You’ll see it when you tune in any hockey highlights in the next 24 hours.

Montreal’s only goal came from Blake Geoffrion, his second of the season, when he swooped around the back of the net and found an opening. I’m sure grandpa Boom Boom scored many a goal like this. Boomer wasn’t just a one-trick pony, booming shots from the point on the power play. He was a gifted scorer and although Blake’s was a beauty tonight, I’m sure he’ll never come close to racking ’em up the way gramps did.

I can’t wait for the misery to end. This was game 81, and mercifully, only Toronto is left, a Saturday night tilt to close off this most embarrassing of seasons.

No wonder I drink.

Random Notes:

I thought Chris Campoli played a fine game, carrying and blocking pucks, and although this guy can have some bad nights, he’s still more effective than Tomas Kaberle.

Shots on goal – Montreal 31, Canes 29

Rene Bourque was…has…did……….never mind.

At one point it became a 4 on 3 Montreal power play, with as much open space as you’ll ever see, and two Canadiens still managed to run into each other.


Only Four Left

The Canadiens fall 4-1 in Manhattan, and that’s fine. The enthusiasm and edge-of-the-seat experience of watching the Habs was sucked out of me, and I’m sure you, long before tonight. They were outplayed by a better team, and as a coup de grace of the whole ridiculous situation, Andrei Markov may have injured a knee again.

Only this time it’s his left knee instead of his right. I have no words.

There’s really nothing to report. Rene Bourque finished off a nice Tomas Plekanec play, and although it’s nice that Bourque finally bulged the twine after 16 games, you or I could have scored on this play so it’s not really worth mentioning.

It’s great that the Habs lost. We can’t be winning and blow a nice draft pick now can we.

I’m trying to get enough words in here to make this a proper post, but I’m coming up short. Blake Geoffrion finally laced ’em up after sitting for a half dozen games. The Canadiens allowed two power play goals. Ryan White maybe has the flu, or maybe they’re just saying that so Geoffrion could suit up.

Random Notes:

Saturday night, the gang is in Washington, home of the baseball team that used to be the Expos. Alex Ovechkin at this very moment may be eating borscht.

Just four games left. Four games too many. Watching the Habs now is like listening to early cuts from American Idol.

Shots on goal – who cares.


Habs Done Like Dinner

On this night in Philadelphia, there would be no Erik Cole scoring three goals, or PK Subban skating like he was on crystal meth. There would also be no power play goals in five tries, no outstanding goaltending from Peter Budaj, and just a tad of toughness when Ryan White decided to be rambunctious and ornery.

And officially, there is now no chance of making the playoffs, as the Habs, in losing 4-1 in Philadelphia, become mathematically eliminated.

It was only a matter of time, of course, we all knew it, and Montreal did it the way they have so many times this season. They came out flat, managed 4 shots on goal in the first period, and played that uninspired game that we’ve come to know and not love. And it came just 24 hours after displaying an excellent and spirited effort against Ottawa.

A big and successful game one night, and thud the next. It harkens back to February 11, when the Canadiens waltzed into Toronto and blew out the home team 5-0, creeping to within four points (I think), of the eighth and final playoff spot. We were feeling that maybe they were actually coming around, and then pffft. The Habs would lose 7 of their next 8 and the season was over for all intents and purposes.

I’m used to this sort of thing now, only I’ve never heard a decent explanation why they can be wonderful on one night, and suck immediately after. And the only thing I can take away from a game like this is that it seems Philadelphia would handle Ottawa if they met in the playoffs, judging by these last two Habs games.

Daniel Briere scored a couple of power play goals for the Flyers, (they would have three odd-man goals in total on this night), and Briere is a fine player, at least whenever I’ve seen him play, which isn’t that often, I’ll admit. He would have been such a nice addition to the Canadiens’ lineup, could”ve been very much a hero in Montreal, a French-Canadian sharpshooter, but he wasn’t interested when the Canadiens wooed him in 2007. Maybe I don’t blame him. Maybe there’s something to be said for peace and tranquillity far from 24 hour a day hockey madness.

Random Notes:

Tomas Plekanec scored Montreal’s lone goal when he deked Ilya Bryzgalov out of his jock strap. Plekanec had another couple of breakaways, but that’s not news. He gets several every game. And once in awhile he scores on one.

Next game – Tuesday, when the Florida Panthers pay a visit.

I suppose now that the Habs are officially done, maybe it’s time to screw around with lines and let some of the young guys like Louis Leblanc move up and enjoy more ice time. Blake Geoffrion seems to have played himself out of a spot right now, and maybe some big minutes might help him turn a corner. Or at least give the coaches a better idea of what to do with the young fellow.

And if I were a coach, I’d be reading the riot act to Rene Bourque. This guy is becoming a bigger version of Scott Gomez, and it’s unacceptable. We’ve had it up to here with underachievers.


A Fine Night To See The Habs

It had to be one of the coolest nights of live hockey I’ve experienced in years. And it wasn’t only because the Habs began slowly with just five shots after the first period, would fall behind 1-0 in the second, and then come back and win the thing 4-1.

It was so much more than that. Starting with our seats.

They were dead-on behind the net, fourth row, directly behind the goal judge, and was almost like being on the ice. Possibly the nicest seats I’ve ever had, and I could see the stitching on Price’s name and number, and watch as players talked to each other and to the officials.

Hell, I even managed to see Scott Gomez pucker up his lips and make a kissing motion to a male Canucks fan sitting near me. I’ve no idea.

It took awhile for the Habs to find their legs, and I learned months ago to not try and figure out why they do what they do. But they would come on, capitalize on a weak night in goal by Roberto Luongo, overtake the home team, and make an entire city and most of a province question once again the hometown goalie, and maybe not smirk quite so much, at least for a day or so.

“Go Habs Go” filled the rink, and it warmed the cockles of my heart. Especially when it was much louder than the feeble “Go Canucks Go” chant.

All around us it was party time for the thousands of Habs fans who came from all over to see their team on this one night on the West Coast, and the air was filled with whooping and hollering as folks with the CH tattooed on their hearts left the building.

Just a night to remember. So much to take in, and I’ll never forget it.

I watched Andrei Markov closely on this, his first night back in more than a year, and although his shifts were short, his passes were smart and crisp. Maybe more importantly, he talked to fellow countryman Alexei Emelin constantly, and how great that must be for Emelin, and for the team in general, to have Markov settling things down and directing traffic. If this guy had been around since the start, we wouldn’t be in the pickle we’re in. He’s forceful, smart, an absolute impact player, and the climate of the team changed drastically with him playing tonight.

Wait till next year. This won’t be a last place team.

Eight feet in front of us, Blake Geoffrion finally notched his first goal as a Montreal Canadien, and it was a big one, one that evened the score at 1-1 with just 17 remaining in the second after Carey Price had held the boys in as the team was outshot 15-5. The combination of Price playing like he can, Staubitz taking on goon Zack Kassian, and Geoffrion getting his big one, and the boys were awaken from their slumber and they began to take the play to the Canucks, a team, I must say, that is as annoying as any in the league.

In the third, it was Erik Cole with a pair, Subban with a power-play marker in between, and the Canucks were done like dinner. This, after the local media had reminded us all day that it was a premier team taking on a last place team.

What a night. What seats. Lousy hot dogs, but whatever. And what a packed Shark Club afterward. The season has been a disaster, but on this night, I’m singin’ in the rain.

Random Notes:

Alex Burrows is Brad Marchand in blue. If only Brad Staubitz could’ve laid his paws on this hot head. But Staub’s knuckles might still have been sore from pounding on Kassian’s head.

I also paid close attention to PK Subban, and this guy is as intense as there is. It’s like he’s about to explode. And he played a wonderful game. Subban is a star, and he was booed constantly, which of course means that Canucks fans would dearly love to have him on their side.

When PK scored his goal, Price in front of us pumped his arms and fists and went for a big skate. Beautiful.

Shots on goal – Montreal 35, Canucks 33.

Next up – Habs in Buffalo on Monday. I believe we’ll see a much different Canadiens team now that Markov is back. It’s just too bad it’s too late.