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Sliding Further In Nashville

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There wouldn’t be a big win in Nashville to ease the pain, and the dreadful slide continues.

Habs fall 5-1 to the Nashville Predators and have now lost four straight, and eight of their last nine. Or nine of their last eleven if you want to stretch it to the max. What a friggin’ December.

They can’t score either. And their power play is in a coma.

Tabarnak it’s a sad state of affairs.

On a positive note, Nashville’s fifth goal was into the empty net.

No matter how you look at at it, this sinking into the depths of hell sucks plenty. They were going so good, not that long ago. Nine straight wins, baby. Remember that? The toast of the hockey world. Wow!

Then it just kinda went away, like your allowance at the roulette table.

At one point last season (late November, early December), the Habs won just once in seven games, but then rebounded to win nine of their next ten.

However, Carey Price was in nets when they rebounded. So it’s entirely possible this year’s rebound is still a ways off.

As far as goaltending goes, it’s been Condon replacing Toker, Toker replacing Condon, Condon replacing Toker. Won’t somebody grab the job and hold on for goodness sakes?

I’m not into it and I apologize. But if they’re not going to play hard and with heart, why should I type when I could be making a grilled cheese and picking my toenails?

Tuesday’s another day, with the boys in Minnesota.

Canadiens outshot the Preds 36-19, but they’ve outshot the opposition often during this wretched time. So answers lay elsewhere.

 

 

 

 

Dallas Does Debbies

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The impressive Dallas Stars rolled over the Montreal Liberaces 6-2 Saturday in the Lone Star State, and it was a night when most Liberace players probably should’ve just stayed in the hotel lounge and tickled the ivories and drank Pink Ladies instead.

Eight losses in ten games. Now it’s on to Nashville, Minnesota, Washington, Tampa Bay, Florida, Boston, and Philadelphia.

All good teams.

I’m starting to bite my nails again after quitting 20 years ago.

And although Paul Byron (shorthanded) and Daniel Carr would bulge the twine, once again the big guns stayed silent. Pee Wee Herman, Richard Simmons, Don Knox, Bill Nye – none of them were noticeable in this fiasco.

Mike Condon was replaced by Dustin Tokarski early in the third after the sixth goal.

Jeff Petry was hit by Jamie Benn and left the game.

P.K. Subban shot the puck over the glass and was penalized. Twice.

Andrei Markov only did it once.

Random Notes:

For breakfast I had two poached eggs on toast, with extra toast and coffee.

At this moment, P.K. Subban is thinking a little about his two delay of games penalties, and a lot about his new suit at the tailors and his ability to get Justin Trudeau to sing a Christmas carol.

Next up – Monday in Music City.

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Eaten By Sharks

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For those of you who find a whack of Habs game blacked out in your area over the course of the season, I can only offer one suggestion. Move to Powell River.

Yes, Powell River, where all 82 games, whether they’re on RDS or Sportsnet or whatever, are shown. I don’t know why. It’s good, though.

Okay, it’s not always good.

Like tonight, when the Canadiens fell 3-1 to the San Jose Sharks at the Bell Centre, and which becomes six losses in the last eight games.

The slump continues, regardless of the win over the Ottawa Senators when they fired 27 shots at the enemy net in the first period alone.

I suppose I could say the obvious. We need Carey Price back.

Dustin Tokarski wasn’t good, allowing three goals on 12 shots, and replaced by Mike Condon midway through the second period.

Imagine Toker now. He’d started the previous two games, played well, including a nice job in his team’s 3-1 win over Ottawa, and could sniff a possible return to the show after almost blowing it permanently to Mike Condon.

Now he’s back to square one. Replaced by Condon again. That’s a stay awake pill if there ever was one.

It has to be a tough life being a backup. Jason LaBarbera might say so. LaBarbera, currently in the Philadelphia system, has bounced back and forth between the NHL and the minors, mostly as a backup, for sixteen years, and says he’s had 16 different goalie coaches along the way. And almost every year he packs up the wife and kids and moves to a new city and a new team.

But backup goalies are backups for a reason. They’ve got the tools but they’re inconsistent. It must be frustrating for all of them.

Random Notes:

Canadiens outshot San Jose 27-18.

Dale Weise, with his tenth of the season, was the Habs’ lone scorer.

Torrey Mitchell played his first game since Nov. 19th when he suffered a lower body injury against Phoenix.

Carey Price was introduced to the crowd and looked happy, healthy, and rested. Earlier today (Tuesday), Price was named winner of the Lou Marsh Award as Canada’s athlete of the year.

Next up – Thursday, when it’s the L.A. Kings in town.

 

 

Habs Snuff Out Sens

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The Canadiens snapped their four-game losing streak by besting the Ottawa Senators 3-1 at the Bell, and Sens forward Mark Stone only grimaced in unimaginable pain four or five times during the contest.

Goals by Brian Flynn and Max Pacioretty in the first period (Max’s came with just 33 seconds left), and a Jeff Petry marker in the second did in the obnoxious nation’s capital representatives, and reporters in the Sens room said afterward that Stone could barely put on his street leotards.

Montreal outshot Ottawa 27-8 in the first period, which ties a team record for shots in one frame, but Ottawa would regroup at some point in the second and make a game of it, including a slightly worrisome goal by J-G Pageau after the home team held a 3-0 lead.

But it ended as a 3-1 win by the boys in red, and as Confucius once said when he was coaching the Chinese National Team many years ago, “He who wins feels better than he who loses.”

Twenty-seven shots in one period is a lot, of course. And no one would expect them to put up that sort of shot total in the second and third because in that case, they would’ve had a ridiculous 81 shots in all.

But even 81 shots wouldn’t be a record. Boston fired 83 in a game against Chicago netminder Sam LoPresti in 1941, and barely winning 3-2.

Canadiens ended with a terrific 42 shots to Ottawa’s mediocre 26 on Dustin Tokarski, who started his second straight game.

Next up – Tuesday, when the San Jose Sharks swim in.

Slump Continues

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Canadiens lose 3-2 in Detroit.

Alexei Emelin’s ill-timed high-sticking penalty in the third period didn’t help, with the Wings tying things up while he sat.

Greg Pateryn turning the puck over just outside the crease, which led to the winner, didn’t help either.

And P.K. Subban’s delay-of-game penalty, with just 1:44 left, ended all hope.

Montreal’s losing streak now reaches four games.

Dustin Tokarski, in only his second outing of the season (he replaced Mike Condon in the third period of their 6-1 loss to the Avalanche on November 14th), played well and showed he probably wouldn’t mind winning his old job back.

Toker stoned the Wings often at the Joe joint, and gave us all a nice buzz. Imagine his high if they would’ve held on.

Bell Smell

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Mike Condon has had a lot of great nights lately. Saturday wasn’t one of them.

Against the visiting Colorado Avalanche, Condon allowed four goals on eleven shots during his two periods of work before being yanked for Dustin Tokarski in the third, who himself let in two more in this 6-1 debacle at the Bell.

And to make matters worse, the Canadiens had plenty of chances and fired 40 shots at Swedish goaltender Reto Berra. But when all was said and done, the Swede was sharp and the Montreal backups played like backups.

It just wasn’t Condon’s night, his first true bummer of an outing, and it began early, after both Jeff Petry and Max Pacioretty blew glorious chances, when Mikhail Grigorenko sneaked one through Condon’s legs just 3:26 into the contest.

With 1:22 left in the first, Petry turned the puck over to Nathan Mackinnon, who fired past Condon, and just 13 seconds later, it was MacKinnon once again, with a backhand that Condon probably should’ve stopped because it seemed he wasn’t set properly.

There we go again. Early and late period goals. It just seems so Wednesday-like, when they lost to Pittsburgh after being scored on 13 seconds into the first period and again with just 44 seconds remaining.

Their opening and closing habits might need a few tweaks.

In the second period, Brendan Gallagher chipped in a Tomas Plekanec pass from behind the net, and hope reigned supreme. For a few minutes at least.

A game to be had, until Andrei Markov, on a Habs power play, told P.K. Subban to grab the puck at the blueline, and P.K. told Markov to grab the puck at the blueline, which led to no one grabbing the puck at the blueline.

Except Blake Comeau, who took advantage of the black comedy and sent the puck through the backstopper’s legs after skating in home free.

This embarrassing and momentum-killing shorthanded goal would see a 4-1 game at that point and spell the end of Condon’s night and his incredible run as saviour while Carey Price is on the mend.

The Markov/Subban lack of communication sequence is not something we want Habs haters to take and run with and plaster all over Facebook pages.  Not something we ever want to see again. So let’s never mention it.

At the other end of the rink, Avs goaltender Berra thwarted plenty of splendid home team chances, and good for him I guess. It’ll be something he can tell his grandchildren someday when back in the old country. How, when he was playing overseas in Canada, he stoned the team that seven months later would win the Stanley Cup.

All in all, the Habs should’ve beaten this guy several times. They also shouldn’t have been scored on shorthanded, shouldn’t have had a blueline brain fart, and shouldn’t have had their backup goalie come crashing back to earth after being the talk of the hockey world, and the league’s third star last week.

Condon might have been fine if the boys would’ve cashed in early once or twice. But they didn’t and he wasn’t.

If a backup played like a first stringer all the time, he wouldn’t be a backup. Poor play once in a while is to be expected. Poor play too often means you’re Peter Budaj or Dustin Tokarski or Alex Auld and you don’t have the job anymore.

Now Condon needs to regroup and hang in there just a little bit longer, as Price seems closer to being up and at ’em.

We need a serious regrouping on Monday when the Vancouver Canucks stop by to say hello. And keep in mind, not only is this loss the team’s second straight, but they’ve dropped five of their last nine.

Those nine straight wins were so nice. I miss that.

 

 

 

 

Condon’s First!

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Massachusetts-born Mike Condon, in his first NHL start after grabbing the backup gig from good old prairie boy Dustin Tokarski, stood tall for the Canadiens as he and his team rolled to a 3-1 win over the Senators in Ottawa.

And even though Sens forward Mark Stone wasn’t injured at any time during this game, his wife was overheard saying from her seat with the other wives, “Mark, quit your friggin’ whining, it’s embarrassing.”

That’s three in a row for the Habs in their first three outings of the 2015-16 campaign, and if you’re interested, their record last year showed three wins to kick off the season, then a huge loss to Tampa Bay, then four more wins afterward.

So they went  7 and 1 to open last year, and something similar this season would be just fine, don’t you think?

I’m right on top of these tidbits because I pulled out last year’s S.H.I.T.S. (Scientific Habs Information Tracking System) and had a look. I’ll show you sometime.

Condon was excellent on this Saturday night, while the guy at the other end, Matt O’Connor, also playing in his first big league game, was good but not good enough. Especially when Tomas Plekanec was on the ice.

Pleks opened the scoring in the first period when he spun around from the side and sneaked one short side past the rookie, and later on in the period, it was Pleks again, bursting in alone after blocking an Erik Karlsson shot, outskating the newly coiffed Swede, and sending a seeing-eye puck through O’Connor’s legs.

Ottawa would close the gap to 2-1 in the second frame after P.K. gave up the puck at Ottawa’s blueline while his team was on the power play, and Jean-Gabriel Pageau, with all kinds of time, beat Condon.

But that was it for the hometowners, as Torrey Mitchell deflected a P.K. shot in the third for the insurance marker.

The power play? Along with giving up a shorthanded goal, Montreal went 0-7, which makes it 1 for 14 so far in the three games. But like I said yesterday, they promised us the PP would be good and I sort of believe them.

Random Notes:

The Galchenyuk, Semin, Eller line created occasional chances but weren’t quite on fire like they were in Boston, but the fourth line of Flynn, Smith-Pelly, and Mitchell picked up the slack and buzzed, with Mitchell notching that all-important third goal.

Canadiens outshot the Sens 34-21.

I checked in to the Jays game periodically and saw the final three innings, and one thing stands out in their 5-1 win in Texas. Somewhere along the line, Fox colour commentator Harold Reynolds mentioned that Canadian baseball fans have a hard time catching foul balls in the seats because there’s not much baseball played up there and they don’t catch well.

Harold, you’re giving your fellow Americans a bad name. You’re like an American version of PJ Stock.

Many of you already know about Harold’s silliness as it’s all over Facebook and Twitter, but did you know that his wife was heard to say from her living room, “Harold, shut the %^#* up, it’s embarrassing.”

Next up – Tuesday, where the boys end their road trip in Phil Kessel’s new home, Pittsburgh.

 

The Contest

I move out of Montreal and not long after they come up with this contest – Watch a game with the Canadiens wives. Talk about lousy timing.

The wives of Carey Price, Lars Eller, Torrey Mitchell, Tom Gilbert, Dustin Tokarski, and Mike Weaver, plus the lovely and talented Maripier Morin, girlfriend of Brandon Prust, will show up in a limo at a couple of winners’ homes to watch a period of tonight’s game four vs the Sens.

But I’m in BC, shut out from any chance of doing something very high on my list.  Although one lousy period with the ladies isn’t exactly what was on the list.

It’s not right that because I’m so far away I can’t win this and I’m wondering if the Canadiens will hold another such contest down the road, for out-of-towners like me. But only for those in Powell River. And whose name is Dennis Kane.

 

 

Habs TCM (Taking Care Of Mike)

Got this great email from our friend Mike McKim in Louisiana the other day.

Dennis,

Over the years you have posted about what a class organization the Habs are. Little ol me, a fan in my 50s, have a tale of exactly how classy Canadien de Montreal actually works.

OK, brief background: Last September my wife allowed me to spend $30 to join the Canadiens fan club, Club 1909, in exchange for buying her the ugly Canadiens Christmas sweater.

During the season, special codes were announced thru various means to member of Club1909. Think Orphan Annie secret decoder ring from the movie A Christmas Story. I acquired a few points, and successfully bid on the opportunity to have my name embedded in Carey Price’s crease during the playoff games in Montreal. I was thrilled.

A few days later, we take in Habs game in Nashville. My wife is wearing the Christmas sweater to the game and as we were about to enter, three gentlemen tap us and give us an autographed Tokarski tee-shirt. They’re from the Canadiens office and they run the twitter feeds.

At that time I mentioned I had an account and follow them. They asked my user name and, without so much as looking down, they proceed to tell me who I am and how much they like the posts I make. Imagine my surprise!

It gets better! After the game I decide to enter another contest for a pair of tickets to see the Habs at the ACC. I win. I’m to pick up my tickets, along with the other 18 winners, before the game. The Habs are also tossing in tee-shirts, face paint, and other stuff!

This afternoon I receive an e-mail stating the names in the crease will be a distraction, as per the NHL. The Habs are refunding the bid points, but… my name will now somehow be placed in the net behind Carey (something the Senators will not be able to say) for the playoffs AND it will be embedded in the ice for the ENTIRE 2015-16 season!

This is the Montreal Canadiens I am talking about. The greatest hockey franchise of all-time and only behind the Yankees in Championships. Do you actually think the Yankees would do something like this for their fans?

Some may consider this little kids folly, but this is something the Habs did not have to ever do. They’d have their fans regardless. In Louisiana, lagniappe, creates blood bonds and blind loyalty. This is how championship organization treats everyone, from the smallest of small to biggest of big!

The Montreal Canadiens are champions!

 

Another Shootout Loss

For the second straight night, the Canadiens found themselves in a shootout, and for the second straight night, lost the damn shootout.

Into New Jersey they went, and out they came with a 3-2 loss, which also happens to be the team’s 5th defeat in six games.

And it wasn’t because Toker was between the pipes. It was mostly due to once again being tremendously shitty with the man advantage.

The stage was set though, with just over five minutes remaining in the second period, when, and I have a hard time even writing his name – Scott Gomez – the man who was as useless as can be when he wore the CH, a player I have a harder time looking at than PJ Stock, elbowed Alexei Emelin in the face and received a five-minute major and a game.

The Canadiens couldn’t score during this gift-wrapped situation and it hurt to see it. How I wanted a nail hammered into Gomez’s skull. How I wanted him to see a Habs goal on TV as he sat in the room and smiled and spit.

The boys managed just one shot instead, and Gomez got off scot-free.

Gomez was described as a “wily veteran” by announcers for nailing Emelin after the Russian had crashed Gomez into the boards a minute before. But a wily veteran would have been smarter than that by trying to inflict damage without taking a penalty. Something Howe or Messier knew how to do in spades.

Gomez’s elbow was for all to see. So make that “not wily” and add “incredibly stupid”.

There’s just something about this guy. He and Stock. I wish they’d start up a figure skating school in Reykavik and live happily ever after.

With just over 4 minutes left in the third, with the game still knotted at two apiece, the Habs enjoyed a brief 5 on 3 power play and again, couldn’t score, and at that point, visions of losing in the shootout danced in my head.

They went 1 for 6 on the pp on this night, and along with the lacklustre shootout attempts by Galchenyuk and DD and any other things you can find fault with throughout, it’s as disheartening as can be to see a lifeless and uninspired power play that has crawled along for most of 79 games now and made as much noise and damage as the popguns I played with as a kid when I was Davy Crockett in the field next door.

The boys did take a 2-1 lead in the first though, on goals by Plekanec and Petry, but the Devils tied it in the second period, and that was that until the shootout.

Random Notes:

Montreal outshot New Jersey 33-18.

I try not to go on about bad calls if I can help it, but it was a horrible interference call on Alex Galchenyuk in the second period, who, as it showed on the replay, did absolutely nothing to warrant the two minutes. Big league officiating at its finest.

Next up – Sunday in Sunrise, with a 5:00 pm et start.

I’ve always been a big supporter of the Easter bunny.

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