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Success In Beantown!

What a valiant, gutsy, never-quit effort by the Canadiens in Boston as the team ends the Bruins 12-game win streak with an incredible 2-1 shootout win with Alex Galchenyuk doing the deed.

Just a gigantic effort from a team that lost two thirds of its fourth line early when Dale Weise was slammed into the boards and hurt his shoulder or arm, and Travis Moen in defence of Weise fought Kevan Miller, took a punch to the head, and was helped off with obvious concussion symptoms.

Peter Budaj was as solid as a rock, and it’s funny about this guy. We’ve seen him mediocre at times, but not always. Sometimes he great, like tonight, when he stopped all but one deflection and was a wall in the shootout.

As much as I get nervous when I learn Budaj’s starting, tonight he showed that when he’s on, he’s an excellent net custodian.

Alexei Emelin had a big night, scoring the lone regulation time goal for his team, and he threw his weight around, including a beauty Bob Baun-like clean check on Milan Lucic, which of course the Bruins took offense to. Zdeno Chara was ridiculous in his reaction.

The Bruins are whiners that way. Clean checks shouldn’t cause nastiness and scrums. But with that team, it’s part of the agenda.

Mike Weaver was awesome, thumping and blocking and making the right plays and hitting a post, and when Marc Bergevin said after acquiring this guy last month that they’d been trying to get him for awhile, I’m now starting to understand why.

The Canadiens in the third took four straight penalties, and without whining about a couple of others, I’d like to say here and now that that the holding call on Brendan Gallagher was absolute bullshit.

And it was just three seconds left in the Habs fourth penalty, a high stick from Francis Bouillon (which was deserved), when the Bruins tied it up on a deflection which ultimately sent it to the shootout where the Habs joyfully burst the Bruins’ bubble.

What a gutsy showing from the Canadiens. They were outplayed for much of the first half, but they held their ground, held their lead, and Budaj stood his ground. And slowly but surely they began to get more shots, play slowly increased in the Bruins end, and they made a great game out of one that could’ve easily gone south quickly.

Yes the Bruins look good. They’re a great team and could go far in the post season. But one thing’s for sure. The Habs can beat them.

Like tonight, with two important guys gone early. With the back up in nets.

A tense game ending in a win for the Canadiens and putting a happy halt to that 12-game Bruins streak.

I truly love when Bruins fans go home miserable. Oh how they must hate the Habs!

Random Notes:

Brad Marchand had a chance to put his team ahead in the shootout and I cringed as he skated in. How gross would that have been to see The Nose win it. But he didn’t. And Galchenyuk did!

Shots on goal – Boston 29, Habs 22

Dale Weise and Travis Moen appeared to have suffered some serious stuff, it certainly didn’t look good, and with Brandon Prust and Lars Eller already out, we don’t have a fourth line anymore.

Next up – Buffalo Tuesday evening. Carey Price should start, although it’s still a bit of a mystery how hurt he actually is. Talk about his shoulder came up on TSN 690 this afternoon, and he was already nursing a lower body injury. So we’ll see.

The Old Title Doesn’t Work Anymore

Not that I’m lazy, but after spending about an hour talking about James Neal, Shawn Thornton, Brad Marchand, Brooks Orpik, and the fact that Andrei Markov’s seems to be fine, I then somehow deleted the whole friggin thing.

No idea. It’s not the first time. And I’m not going to attempt to write it again.  My brain only works in short spurts and rest of the time goes into hibernation.

It’s unbelievable to think that somehow I deleted the entire thing. Am I losing my mind? And I thought I’d done a darn good job too. It would’ve been about a three-minute read where I said something nice about Brad Marchand and now it’s fifteen seconds of me whining.

L.A. Kings visit the Bell Tuesday night. A good Western Division club. It’ll be interesting to see if the Canadiens pick it up a notch.

The Kings sit at 42 points (19-7-4) in the West. Habs have 41 points (19-9-3) in the East.

Go Habs



Scary Halloween Costume

Happy Halloween to all the undead out there. May you avoid being plunged into a world of unforgiving terror and darkness. May no one eat your arm off or lick your gut pus when you’re least expecting.

I myself am getting ready, and here I am dressed up in something so scary I figure to shock kids and adults all over the place.

Maybe I should stay indoors. This could be too much for those with weak hearts and pretty well everybody else as well.



Those Bruins Bastards

You don’t hate the Boston Bruins more than I do. Looking at them hurts my eyes. Messes with my mind and mood. If they’re about to go all the way, I might walk on nails, get my chest hairs ripped out with duct tape, and visit the dentist, all around game time of the final night.

But I sure respect what they’re doing right now. At this writing, it’s 5-1 Bruins in the third period of game two. Boston also won the first, with both games on the road. They’re playing like they can win it all. They’re shutting the Pens down. They’re tough and disciplined and everyone seems to be on the same page.

It hurts me to write that.

This is what the Canadiens have to become. Tough, with scorers scoring. With a goaltender to be relied upon. With a strong defence. With a few more bigger bodies.

What a novelty act the Bruins have going. Everyone playing well at the same time. I’m not used to that as a Habs fan.

And as much as I despise the Bruins, Matt Cooke plays for Pittsburgh. So what’s a neutral fan to do?

Pittsburgh isn’t exactly on my wish list. And they’re in deep trouble, even though they finished head and shoulders above everyone else in the east during the regular season, with 72 points, nine more than the second-place Habs.

They were unstoppable. They grabbed Jerome Iginla and Brenden Morrow to join Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin. They enjoyed a 15-game winning streak late in the season. They were a machine.

And the Bruins are killing them.

Boston was nothing to write home about during the regular season, ending up with one point less than Montreal and showing little of what we’ve become accustomed to in the past few years. Milan Lucic, Brad Marchand, and Zdeno Chara were only heavy winds instead of gale force hurricanes. It was like the Bruins in general had seen better days.

But this team obviously knew what they’re doing, and even though the Habs finished ahead of them, they weren’t about to concede anything. The playoffs are a different animal, and the Bruins seem to have it figured out.

Most of them only made it to grade three, but they’ve got the playoffs figured out.


Bruins Dump Manhattanites

I haven’t been watching a lot of hockey lately. Am I bad?

I am, I guess. A lousy hockey fan.

When the Canadiens are gone, the enthusiasm for spending two and a half hours in front of the boob tube takes a major hit. Other teams don’t interest me a great deal. I hated them all during the regular season, and I’m not all that fussy about liking any of them now.

Don Cherry would probably say I’m a poor hockey fan. Don also says fans should cheer for the team nearest where they live.

I lived in Toronto once. And he expects……?

I did watch game five of the Bruins-Rangers series on Saturday night, when the Bruins eliminated New York four games to one. I would’ve liked to have seen Boston get walloped and the fans sent home sad, but now they’re happy in Beantown, and this makes me sad.

And prior to the game, TSN showed Tuukka Rask’s goal miscue from game four about twenty times. It was quite a moment. Rask has been involved in a couple of priceless video moments, including a temper tantrum after a Habs loss (below).

Wouldn’t it be funny if the overhead clock fell fifteen feet in front of Brad Marchand and it still clipped his nose?

I don’t really care about these enemy teams. I just kept thinking, while watching the Bruins, that they remind me of throwing up after eating too many orange and black jelly beans.

I also saw that Rangers’ coach John Tortorella has a decent tan, and I don’t know whether you caught it or not, but Boston’s Zdeno Chara is fairly tall. Did you notice that?

It’ll now be Pittsburgh against the Bruins in the eastern final. Go Pittsburgh, I suppose.

All I really want from here on in is to see a record-breaking overtime game. One that goes about seven or eight overtime periods. Then I’ll be interested.

Here’s Rask/Habs moment, when he wiped out after losing 6-5 in a shootout on March 27.

And here’s the goal TSN kept showing.

That Kadri Person

I agree with Brendan Gallagher when he says Nazem Kadri is a twit.

“He sits on the bench yapping his mouth, he gets on the ice and all of a sudden he’s scared,” says Gallagher.

So the game plan (in my mind) for tomorrow night is hopefully erase the yapping any which way. Maybe a Brandon Prust smash to the nostril area. Maybe a Gallagher accidental high stick. And if you recall this guy slamming Lars Eller into the boards and standing over him like he was Charles Bronson, then maybe Eller can return the favour and send a miniature cast iron replica of the Little Mermaid up one of Kadri’s orifices. Any will do.

Kahri now has a whack of confidence after being promoted so heavily by Don Cherry over the past while, and I think any of the above solutions would be good for him. It’d be a solid learning experience, albeit painful, and he’ll come out of it a better man. It’s all about growing as a person.

A little pain never hurt anybody.

So anyway, I hope you’ve had a beautiful day and the flowers are blooming nicely for you.

Go Habs.


They’ll Send Chills Up Your Spine

Are you strong enough to sit through these? Can your heart take it?

You’ve been warned.

Chernoble Diaries

A group of wholesome American students visit Chernoble twenty-five years after the deadly meltdown, and find themselves stuck in the god-forsaken place when their car battery somehow becomes dead. Horror ensues as a hideous half-man, half-monster, created from the radioactive air, hunts down the terrified students and begins to eat them one by one. Brad Marchand plays himself as the hideous monster.

Bride of Frankenstein

A retelling of Mary Shelley’s classic tale of a grotesque monster created in a lab, only in this later version, the monster takes a wife who is every bit as ugly and loathsome as he. Audiences shrieked in horror and some fainted the first time Zdeno Charo appeared on the screen as the wife.

Night of the Living Dead

They come alive in the cemetery and roam the streets eating innocent townfolks’ testicles as folks flee for their lives. Director Orson Snail does a masterful job in getting the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey team to act as the testicle-eating zombies, although in interviews, Snail has admitted that he really didn’t have to do much. “They were naturals,” he said. “Like they’ve done it before. And we saved money by not needing makeup artists.” Kudos to newcomer Nazem Kadri for his realistic portrayal of the village idiot.

Dawn of the Dead

Audiences in Boston, Toronto, Ottawa, and elsewhere walked out of theatres horrified and disturbed after seeing how the Montreal Canadiens, given up for dead, suddenly emerge and willfully slaughter hockey teams in major cities throughout North America.  “We thought they were dead and buried,” cried shocked patrons everywhere. “I’m probably not going to be able to sleep tonight,” admitted a trembling and red-eyed Dion Phaneuf.

28 Days Later

A group of animal-loving activists free a bunch of chimps from their cages, only to discover soon after that the deadly germs of the primates have quickly killed millions. Unfortunately, by the time the chimps are rounded up and secured, the world has become partly deserted. “I’ll send them out again if you don’t let me be Habs stick boy,” warned the diabolical yet extremely handsome activist Dennis Kane.

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

Zombies and more zombies. Thousand of them. Smelly, disgusting, gruesome, pus-oozing zombies. Boston Bruins fans played their parts well. “It worked because all they had to do was grunt,” explained producer Alfred Spielberg.


The story of a lonely man in a lonely motel, waiting patiently for a female victim to show up so he can introduce her to his mother who lives in the creepy mansion up on the hill. The shower scene is a bone-trembling classic, and director and sometimes hockey coach Sir Ken Hitchcock has theatre-goers shaking in their boots as the heroine, portrayed by troubled star P.J. Stock, is treated rather shabbily to say the least. Matt Cooke is brilliant as both the mother and son, and he still maintains that he didn’t try to actually hurt Stock and Hitchcock during the making, but it happened and he’s sorry.


Based on the Stephen King novel “Carrie,” it’s the story of a person who is unmercifully tormented and ridiculed, but eventually finds out he has telekinesis powers that become apparent when angry and upset. The final scene, when a tormented Carey wills the arena to explode, is riveting.






Habs Humbled In Hogtown

It began with a Toronto power play goal and ended three shots later, when Carey Price was yanked and the score was 3-0 Leafs after just ten minutes of the first period.

Three goals on four shots, and if that doesn’t deflate a hockey team nothing will. The Habs were playing decent hockey, it was a game to be won, but the goalie couldn’t stop the puck.

In the end it was a 5-1 throttling at the hands of the Toronto Maple Leafs, as dismal a thought as can be, as depressing as the 6-0 pasting the Leafs put on the boys back in February, and I could almost forgive them if someone had shoved a curved stick down Nazem Kadri’s throat, but that wasn’t to be either.

Just a lousy evening of hockey. An embarrassment in front of Leaf fans. Now everyone in Toronto is going to think they have a good team and they’re going to be smiling and feeling good and it makes my stomach beg to let its contents spill into the living room.

And to think I could’ve gone shopping at Walmart or something equally exciting. What a waste of a Saturday night.

The team needs to suck it up, go home, and prepare for the Flyers on Monday. We need to suck it up too, not blame Carey Price because we’re nice people, and focus on cheering the boys loud and hard from here on in. Price and Budaj allowed five goals, but the team in front of them scored just once.

Yes they were deflated early, but players need to regroup because they’re pros. And if they don’t, what are team psychiatrists good for?

I’m not in the mood to babble anymore so I’ll just head right to Random Notes.

Random Notes:

Montreal outshot the Oafs 37-28. A lot of good it did.

Don Cherry’s boyfriend Nazem Kadri is my new Brad Marchand. Damn I wish someone would have squished that nose of his, or jammed a puck between his teeth. But unfortunately, players like Travis Moen and other decent-sized guys have decided that they’ll get by with their pure hockey talent and others can do the dirty work.

Brandon Prust, Frankie Bouillon, and Brendan Gallagher can’t be expected to handle all the physical play. Couldn’t Moen and a few others chip in with some nastiness and knuckle sandwiches from time to time? Even if it hurts? Maybe come to the rescue. Make a statement. Settle some scores. Doesn’t seem like it.

Moen has a role to play and it’s not as leading man in My Fair Lady.

The whole thing was a disgrace. I’m going to Walmart now to try and forget it.

Goodbye To Cole, Hello To Ryder

These things always seem to happen when I’m at work and not supposed to be on the computer.

Erik Cole is now a Dallas Star, and Michael Ryder, who toiled for the Habs for four seasons between 2003 and 2008, is back in the fold. Who wudda thunk.

Before the Stars, Ryder spent three years as a Boston Bruin. Maybe he can regale his new teammates with funny Tim Thomas and Brad Marchand stories.

There was definitely something off with Cole this season. He expressed his unhappiness before the season kicked off, even admitting it might be his last campaign, and he was less than stellar up until now, with just three goals and three assists. Who knows what was wrong. Maybe he missed the good old U.S. of A.

The bottom line was, he wasn’t really helping the team and when that happens, it’s time to move on. He seemed like he was ready for a change anyway.

I trust Marc Bergevin on this move. Michel Therrien probably said, “hey boss, we need more scoring,” and the G.M. listened. Michael Ryder is a pure sniper with a great shot, and we could’ve used him the other night in Ottawa when the team was able to manage just one goal on 45 shots.

Ryder potted 112 goals in his four seasons as a Hab, an average of almost 30 a year, and that ain’t chopped liver. His total NHL stats sit at 203 goals and 207 assists in 650 games.

So goodbye to Erik Cole, he was a fine player up until this year, and he seems a charismatic and friendly fellow. It’s just too bad he wasn’t helping. Here’s wishing him all the best as a Dallas Star.

Good Quality Humour

Bruins at the Bell Centre tonight. So without further ado:

Brad Marchand and his buddy are vacationing on a tropical beach, and Brad complains to his friend that he’s striking out with the ladies.

The friend tells Brad that it’s his bathing suit that’s the problem. Too big, too old-fashioned, and just doesn’t look good, the guy says.

He tells Brad that he should wear a Speedo, stuff a big potato in it, and the girls will be all over him.

Brad listens to him, agrees, and heads back to the beach in his new bathing suit, but instead of attracting the ladies, all he hears are people laughing at him.

He goes back and tells his friend that it didn’t work.

“You have to put the potato in the front,” explains the friend.