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Russians Dismissed


Alex Ovechkin, Ilya Kovalchuk, Evgeny Malkin and other Russian players are seen here in northern Siberia after losing to the Finns 3-1 in Olympic quarterfinals action today in Sochi.

What a disappointment this must be to the Russian nation and Prez Putin.

In fact, Putin is probably more than mildly upset and I’d advise Pussy Riot to stay out of his way for a day or two.

Okay, Who’s The Bastard?

Whoever it was who didn’t eat his vegetables and then probably got drunk one night and walked home without his pants on and ended up getting a cold and flu which immediately spread throughout Montreal and hit the Habs’ David Desharnais and Raphael Diaz and probably other players too and then made its way to me and knocked me flat on my back and on a diet of tomato soup and ginger ale and now that I’m feeling somewhat better has my kind and loving wife shivering and coughing and wrapped in blankets as her nose runs, should feel very ashamed of himself and it’s just too bad he doesn’t live in Pittsburgh where the Canadiens play the Pens who have eleven more points than the Habs and where Crosby and Malkin and the rest are probably perfectly healthy but it might not matter anyway because as Marjo points out, if the boys continue their win, lose, win, lose, then they’ll win in Pittsburgh regardless of the fact the germ-spreading bastard doesn’t live there.


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.


Penguins Waddle In

Saturday, and it’s wet out. There’s a reason why Powell River is so clean. Old Ma Nature likes to wash it.

It’s also game day for the Habs, with the Penguins in town and no Evgeny Malkin to contend with. But of course there’s the kid from Cole Harbour who needs to be corralled.

Sidney Crosby is tied with Steven Stamkos at the head of the class with 31 points, and seeing this, without seeing much of him, I’m assuming he’s at the top of his game. As a comparison, Montreal’s top guy, Max Pacioretty, is 49th in the league with 16 points. Micheal Ryder has 14, but all with Dallas. Tomas Plekanec, third in Habs points, sits in 86th spot with 13.

It’s a chance to widen the gap to five points over a team breathing down our necks, which should happen because I see no reason for it not to. Keep the momentum going and feel good because 24 hours later, it doesn’t get any easier. It’s the Bruins who make me nervous, mostly because they’ve had their best start in 26 years or something like that, and they’re up on Sunday.

The Bruins have also only played 17 games to Montreal’s 20, so it goes without saying that this is a team that needs to be crushed.

But first things first. Take out the Penguins, who are missing Malkin, a guy currently experiencing the same problems as Montreal’s Raphael Diaz and Rene Bourque – the dreaded concussion. I thought things were supposed to get better in this department after all the trouble so many players, including Crosby of course, have had over the last few years with head injuries. Maybe there’s no real answer. Maybe as long as hockey will be played, heads will get knocked and brains scrambled.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about the other thing that makes me nervous. Matt Cooke plays for Pittsburgh.

I’ll be back later. Like the Habs, I’ve also got a big task at hand right now.


Canada Clips Yanks

Team Canada edged the U.S. 2-1 today and now hold a perfect 3 wins and no losses, while the Americans have put themselves in a bit of a pickle and must beat Slovakia tomorrow to stay alive. So at this moment, it’s good to be a Canadian.

Not so good for me personally though, was the lack of fire from Alex Galchenyuk. Galchenyuk was mostly quiet throughout, although he did earn an assist on the lone American goal. But as a Habs fan, I want the young fellow to dominate this tournament the way Jerome Iginla did in 1996, or Evgeny Malkin in 2006, or Brad Marchand most recently with the U17 ladies squad.

Galchenyuk for the most part was just an ordinary player against the Canadians. Not what I’d expected or hoped for. This wasn’t Guy Lafleur with the Quebec Remparts. It was more like Boris Borzakovsky with the Minsk Marauders.

But Canada won, and this is great if you’re a Canadian like me. So on one hand I’m ecstatic. On the other, a little disappointed.

Next up for Canada – Monday against the Russians, while Galchenyuk and his U.S. gang take on Slovakia.

Keep it going, Canada. Smarten up, Galchenyuk.


Babbling After The Cheez Whiz

You haven’t asked but I’ll tell you anyway. I’ve got time after polishing off my cheez whiz on Russian rye and lemon drink concoction that is supposed to be healthy and kills enemy cells but I really have no idea.

Would I like to see Alex Ovechkin play for the Habs?


But I’d take Evgeny Malkin or Ilya Kovalchuk in a heartbeat. Pavel Datsyuk too.

And if Montreal went out and got Alexander Semin, whom I suppose is available on the market, then I hope a lockout happens and isn’t resolved until it’s time for him to retire.

If Montreal got Semin, I don’t even want to be stickboy. That’s how bad it is. You ever see him fight?

As for Ovechkin, I think players and coaches around the league have him figured out. You just have to be careful when he has the puck close in because he has such a wicked shot. Other than that, I can do without the flair and high maintenance. Unless Washington wants Gomez, Bourque, and Kaberle in return. Then welcome Ovie! Can I get you anything?

And yes, I know you’ve seen this Semin fight a million times, but I’m showing it again in case there’s the odd person out there who just got out of prison or was living in a monastery in Tibet for the past several years.



Bruins Lose!

The Bruins fell to the Caps in Washington by a score of 2-1, the series is now tied at two games apiece, and for me this is good news, although I don’t feel the slightest bit of affection for Washington. I just dislike Boston more. And the more I see Alex Ovechkin, the more I feel that if I was choosing a Russian for my hockey team, it would be Pavel Datsyuk or Evgeny Malkin. Ovechkin just doesn’t do it for me anymore.

New Jersey beat Florida 4-0, which ties the series at two, Phoenix goes up three games to one by beating Chicago 3-2, and St. Louis takes a 2-1 lead by overcoming San Jose 2-1.

At this point, it’s impossible to predict a Stanley Cup champ, and I think I’ll whine about this a little. I hate parity. Gary Bettman believes it’s good for the game but I don’t. I think we need dominant teams for others to try and knock off the pedestal. David and Goliath. The old Habs and Oilers and Islanders taking on the rest of the pack. It’s just more interesting for me.

The league needs glamour teams, odds-on favourites, full of swagger and talent. and we need blue collar teams to work like they’ve never worked before to try and slay these dragons. It’s excitement and drama. It’s Ken Dryden and his 1971 Canadiens toppling the heavily-favoured Bruins. It’s a young and brash Oilers team led by a fuzzy-faced Wayne Gretzky taking out the fading Habs. It’s the Canadiens, barely making the playoffs two years ago, eliminating both the Washington Capitals and Pittsburgh Penguins and which had the hockey world in a frenzy.

Since 2003, eight different teams have won it all, no team has repeated, and now we have no idea who’s next in line. There’s no dominant team, not Vancouver or the Rangers or last year’s winners, the Bruins. This is Bettman’s parity. Maybe it’ll be the Florida Panthers going all the way this year, we can’t tell. Everyone seems the same now.

There will be no powerhouse team being in the fight of its life, and no team coming out of left field to surprise and shock. It’s a shame because it’s what sports should be about. But it’s all even now, the dynasties are dead.

It’s parity. And I hate parity.


Pens And Canucks On Brink. And A Nutty Russian Story

Strange but true. The Vancouver Canucks, first overall during the regular season, and the Pittsburgh Penguins, with two of the world’s best players in their lineup, are on the verge of being swept. But I can’t even laugh. My team didn’t even make the playoffs. But still.

It was bad enough when Marc-Andre Fleury and his team allowed eight goals to the Philadelphia Flyers the other night. But to do it again tonight, losing 8-4, is just plain weird. Are the Flyers that good? Is it that easy for them to throttle Sidney Crosby, Evgeny Malkin and the rest? So much for my prediction about Pittsburgh going all the way.

The Canucks fell 1-o in Los Angeles, their third straight defeat, and I recall just before the series began, in a Vancouver paper I think, the question being asked – will the Kings win one game or two? Hah. Los Angeles has smog, but Vancouver has smug. Or had smug. I think that may have evaporated sometime after game one.

Nashville nows leads their series against Detroit two games to one by beating the Wings 3-2, and although Detroit lost, Pavel Datsyuk scored one of his patented brilliant goals, if it’s any consolation. And Florida evened their series at one with the New Jersey Devils with a 4-2 win if you’re interested.

And speaking of Detroit and New Jersey…….We were in a restaurant this morning in Los Angeles and the food was good and there was lots of it, and Denis from Russia mentioned that it’s no wonder that restaurants in the US serve so much food, because American women can’t cook as well as Russian women. I asked where he got that nonsense from, and he explained that he had read it in Viacheslav Fetisov’s book.

Fetisov, who was a great defenceman for Red Army and the Soviet National team, came over to America and played several years for both the Devils and Detroit.

Denis said that in the book, Fetisov wrote that when his NHL teammates would come over to his house, Fetisov’s wife would cook up a big fancy spread, but when he went to his teammates’ homes, the North American wives mostly just served sandwiches because they weren’t great in the kitchen and ate in restaurants instead.

This really upsets me. Fetisov made about $200 a month playing in Russia, and became a millionaire in the NHL. Then he went back to Russia and slammed North American women and our lifestyle. I told Denis that it was all bullshit, that our women can cook every bit as well as Russian women, and I hope he believes me.



Eight Goals By Philly?

Hmm. LA beat Vancouver again, this time 4-2, and reports say close to 35,000 frantic Canucks’ fans are now lining up to jump off the Lions Gate bridge. Try not to hit any salmon please.

Luci mentioned something about the poor fans in Vancouver, but this has never crossed my mind. What about us?

In other news, New Jersey handled Florida 3-2, Detroit evened their series with Nashville by edging the Preds 3-2, and Philadelphia once again beat Pittsburgh, this time by walloping them 8 to 5. What’s with eight goals? This isn’t playoff goaltending and defence.

And what I noticed as I saw some of this game from the Ellis Island Casino and Pizza Eatery in Vegas (just behind Bally’s), is that the Flyers were going hard and heavy on Malkin and Crosby. This is playoff hockey, and what has to be done to be successful. Pound the livin’ jeesis out of the stars. It’s not rocket science.

And it’s a fine example of what the Canadiens are going to have to do in the future if they’re going to capture that elusive 25th mug. Be tough and take no prisoners.

Be Tough And Smart, Like Emelin And Markov


I can’t say for sure of course, but I’m willing to bet that when the moms of Andrei Markov and Alexei Emelin visit their boys, the first thing they do is whip up a big pot of borscht. Same with Mrs. Ovechkin and Mrs. Datsyuk and Mrs. Malkin and the rest of the Russian mama brigade. I’ll just bet they do.

I’m not a big fan of this soup. It’s quite red and it smells like cabbage and beets. Probably because it has cabbage and beets in it.

Regardless, I’m giving you a gift today. Be smart like Markov, tough like Emelin, crafty like Datsyuk, explosive like Ovechkin and Malkin. You can be all of these, if you eat your borscht.

Here’s what you do, compliments of Luciena Kane.

Take a big pot and fill it three quarters full with water. Three quarters of a pot will keep you in borscht for days on end. You can take it to work with you.

Boil small pieces of beef in the pot until beef is tender.

Fry onions in a frying pan. As many as you want. Try not to let your tears drop into the pot.

Throw onions, grated beets and carrots, along with green peppers and tomato paste, into the boiling water. Don’t put your finger in the water when it’s boiling.

Add potatoes and cabbage to concoction.

Cook everything in the water until the potatoes are soft. Softer than Gomez, Bourque, and Kaberle.

Put in a bowl, top off with sour cream, salt, and parsley, and eat like crazy.

And while you’re doing that, I’m having a cheeseburger. I know I’m bad. A hundred million Russians can’t be wrong.