It’s the schedule maker’s fault. He arranged for the New Jersey Devils to come in after figuring Montreal would have a great game a few nights before.
I’m not going to say it was boring, this 4-1 win by the visitors. Because more than enough Habs efforts have been this sort of thing. I guess it was crazy of me to hope for two high-octane games in a row.
The Canadiens jumped into a 1-0 first period lead when Max Pacioretty blew one by Martin Brodeur, and I’m probably not the only who thought, hah, Brodeur should’ve had that and his last game in Montreal is going to be a mediocre one.
Then he became unbeatable for the rest of the night. A fort holder.
And Jaromir Jagr played like he did when he was a newcomer in the league, about eighty-five years ago.
I thought the Canadiens began to make a move in the second period as they were skating better and getting chances, including a dinger off the post from Tomas Plekanec that would have helped considerably if it was different by a half inch.
But I never say a word when other teams hit posts against the Habs, so forget what I just said.
It was 3-1 at that point, and when Brendan Gallagher’s goal was called back because of the decision that it was a kicking motion, the rest of the night became a lost cause, even though Rene Bourque, Lars Eller, and Raphael Diaz all had great chances to get the team back in it.
I didn’t think it was a kicking motion. It seemed on the replay as more of the puck off the skate as he happened to be moving. Does that make sense?
It’s disappointing that the boys couldn’t reproduce the effort they showed on Saturday against the Hawks, but this team is what it is. Whatever that is.
And their netminder was solid.
David Desharnais sat out with the flu, with Alex Galchenyuk and Ryan White gone, you have to think that Louis Leblanc kneels by his bed every night and prays for a trade. They just don’t want to call him up and it has to be as discouraging as can be for the guy who was chosen in the first round by the Habs, 18th overall, in the 2009 Entry Draft.
But I really can’t talk because I haven’t seen him play in a Bulldogs uniform. Maybe his heart’s not in it anymore.
I really liked that feeling when the Habs played Chicago. It was a good feeling. But so short-lived.
Now it’s up the road, through Ottawa, and out yonder to Kanata to play the Senators on Thursday. There’s no sense in trying to predict how the boys will play. They’re a riddle wrapped in a box of frustration, inside a giant CH.
Canadiens outshot the Devils 30-19 on the night, including six shots to two in the third. Talk about a slow final frame. Snailwagon hockey.