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Darth Does A Devil

Darth has sent over a legendary Devil to join his super cool and ever-growing library.

This one is of a guy Darth says should’ve been a Hab. A Montreal boy whose dad was the Canadiens official photographer for many years.

Definitely, Martin Brodeur would have been a sensational fit for the Canadiens. He’s been playing since 1993 and so for the first three years he’d have to be elsewhere until Patrick Roy left in ’96, and then in a perfect world, the team would have had the future Hall of Famer all those years until young Carey Price  grew up and arrived on the scene.

Here’s Darth’s Martin Brodeur, along with his other Dartharians.



Old Habs fan




PK Subban 2





Brodeur And Jagr Gang Up On Gang

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.

Random Notes:

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.

Canadiens Find A Way

They were lousy in the first, slightly better midway through the second, and much better in the third.

And through it all, Carey Price kept them in it, a few of the boys found the back of the net, and the Canadiens skate away with what I would say was an awesome two points.

Awesome because they beat Martin Brodeur. Awesome because they won the game even while outplayed. And awesome for the sake of being awesome.

So great when the team is winning and we’re not bitching. I feel like singing “It’s a Wonderful World” ending with “boom shakalaka”.

They sure were an out-of-sorts bunch in the first period though, mainly because New Jersey was playing a solid New Jersey game, and the boys fell behind 1-0 on a deflection Carey Price had no chance on. Being behind by even one goal against the New Jersey Devils is tough sledding.

And they came out in the second and continued to be on the slightly dazed side. But David Desharnais created a little hard-working magic, Rene Bourque found the short side, and suddenly and without warning, the game was tied. A chance to win was a possibility. The joy of having hope.

Being tied is way better than being behind.

Then holy mackinaw, Rocket Pacioretty put the team in the lead on the power play, converting a nice pass from Andrei Markov and yet more nice work from DD.

Max and DD have been flying lately and Brendan Gallagher has to have something to do with it. He’s had some sort of influence on two guys who only recently were struggling. Gallagher is without question one of the team’s most important players. I think he adds passion.

For Desharnais, the tar and feathers have been hauled back to the barn. For Max, pucks are going in in bunches. Keep it up boys.

In the third, the game became tied at two when ex-Hab and sometimes sniper Michael Ryder snapped one home. I didn’t even know Ryder played for the Devils, but there he was, sniping like he does sometimes. And now the game could go either way.

This is why hockey’s the greatest sport on the planet. Tension is a good thing. As long as the heart’s strong and you don’t start biting your nails.

The Canadiens would win it on a Alex Galchenyuk close-in shot after Alexei Emelin sent one in from the blueline. How great is it when a guy is in the doghouse the previous game like young Galchenyuk and comes out and scores the winner.

This why hockey is the grea…….Oh, I just said that.

Late in the game Max had a shorthanded breakaway and Lars Eller was there flying around and nearly scored too, and when Martin Brodeur was pulled for the extra attacker, David Desharnias capped off his fine night by not icing the puck but gently chipping it to centre, sealing the game for his team and earning first star for all his good work on the night.

What a rag to riches story for DD right now. Or something like that.

Random Notes:

PK Subban continues to not only secure himself a spot on the Olympic team but is on the right track for a second straight Norris Trophy. And yes, I know, it’s a long season.

Canadiens were outshot by the visitors 29-17, including 11-5 in the first and 11-4 in the second. But they still found a way.

Rollin’ along. Clear the track.

Next up – in New Jersey on Wednesday, and home to meet the Bruins Thursday. The Canadiens are a busy bunch. I wonder how the wives are doing.



Tonight It’s The Devils

The Canadiens tackle the Devils in Newark tonight and will be without Michael Ryder (lower body injury), along with the usual guys, Rene Bourque, Raphael Diaz, and Brandon Prust.

Big Jarred Tinordi will play his first-ever NHL game, which must be an awesome feeling. In my next life, I want this feeling.

As has been the case so many times this year, someone else, maybe even someone we least expect, will hopefully get in some sort of magical groove and help carry the team to another win, which would make it five straight, which of course is what we expect because we’re spoiled bastards now.

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say David Desharnais will be the one tonight. He’s happy, healthy, and rich.

The Devils sit in sixth spot in the east, eight points behind Montreal, and apparently are without Martin Brodeur, which is good news for Habs fans considering the sleepless nights and mental anguish he’s caused us over the years. So the task at hand is this: Take advantage of no Brodeur, beat the Devils and make it five straight; it’s somebody else’s turn to light the fire; and nobody get hurt.

I’ve been close to Newark but never actually been in the heart of it, and I’m sure it’s a fine place. Although at one time this city of 277,500 (the 67th largest in the U.S), and just eight miles west of Manhattan, was ranked by Time magazine as the most dangerous city in the nation, and according to Wikipedia, every mayor except one, since 1962, has been indicted for crimes committed while in office. Newark is also the home of the nasty Northern State Prison, and is just ten short miles from the Rahway prison where Rubin “Hurricane” Carter did his time.

But aside from these little hiccups, Newark has probably been cleaned up considerably and is a great place to live. It’s also a great place for the Habs to grab two big points.


Still Lookin’ Good

Everyone goes on and on about some of the beautiful wives and girlfriends of younger NHLers, and that’s nice. These women are all very lovely. Montreal’s Brandon Prust, for example, has a terrific lady.

But what about the wives of some of the older guys? The senior citizens of the league are Teemu Selanne at 42, and Martin Brodeur, Daniel Alfredsson, Ray Whitney, and Jaromir Jagr, all at 40, and just because they’re old doesn’t mean they don’t have gorgeous spouses.

So it makes me very happy to show you a few pictures of the women in these fine players’ lives.

Mrs. Teemu Selanne


Mrs. Ray Whitney, Mrs. Daniel Alfredsson, and Mrs. Jaromir Jagr

Jagr, Whitney, Alfredsson

And Mrs. Martin Brodeur and Mrs Chris Chelios posing at the All-Star Game festivities a few years ago. (Mrs. Chelios’ husband retired in 2010 at 48 years old).


Oh, and about Brandon Prust’s woman? This is Marie-Pier Morin.


Markov And Co. Take Care Of Business

Isn’t it fun when you see an honest, hard-working, hard-skating team like we’ve seen so far from this year’s edition of the Montreal Canadiens? (Aside from the opening night loss to the Leafs).

Another four-goal game from the Habs, their third in a row, with this going to overtime and none other than Andrei Markov beating Martin Brodeur with just 38 seconds remaining before going to the dreaded shootout. Markov now has four goals and an assist, and nobody is as important to his team as this guy is to the Habs. He’s the man. The swizzle stick that stirs the scotch and water.

Just an excellent effort, although the Habs did blow a 3-1 lead in the third. But I’d go as far as saying that even if they’d lost, I’d be happy with what I saw. This isn’t last year’s Montreal Canadiens by a country mile.

How about Rene Bourque. Energized!  Maybe it’s not even Rene Bourque. Maybe it’s his long-lost twin, found in the woods and switched when we weren’t looking. The one who plays like he wants the puck. The one who skated miles and would have popped a few if he wouldn’t keep shooting it over the net.

Brendan Gallagher, second star on the night, scoring his first-ever NHL goal, converting a lovely pass from that other peach-fuzzed new kid on the block, Alex Galchenyuk. And Galchenyuk not only set up Gallagher but also helped Brandon Prust score his first as a Hab.

It wasn’t just a handful who contributed. All four lines were deeply involved, although Lars Eller seemed tentative. But maybe it was to be expected after he sat in the press box for the past couple of games. Erik Cole, to me, played his finest of the four games and skated the way we grew accustomed to last year. Carey Price was again excellent. And Ryan White, with a little help from Alexei Emelin, opened the scoring. How great it is when a plumber helps get the team rolling.

This was a terrific night for the Habs, although they almost blew it before Markov settled things. This new look, exciting squad now has three straights wins and looking good. Can they keep it going?

Random Notes:

Montreal outshot New Jersey 32-25.

Next game – Tuesday, when the Jets come to town.

After such a dismal year last year, followed by the pathetic lockout, seeing these Montreal Canadiens of the past three games is a genuine treat. Bring on the Jets.



Devils Still Breathing

The New Jersey Devils edged Los Angeles 2-1 in a feisty and puck-bouncing game five, with pucks rattling off goal posts, sticks slicing people’s faces, and Martin Brodeur being great and also lucky. So the series continues, with L.A. now holding a slight 3-2 game advantage, and feeling not quite as good about themselves as they were a couple of games ago.

The Stanley Cup remains packed away, until Monday at least. I’m hoping it goes seven. (please see previous post Drama-Hoping for more on this).

It’s a bad/good situation for Kings’ owners Philip Anschutz and Ed Roski Jr. Bad because their team can’t close it off, and good because it means another home game with a whole bunch of extra big-time dollars to be stuffed into their pockets from ticket and beer sales. Sometimes losing pays off in a big way.

L.A. players have to be nervous, and the Devils now find themselves with some serious hope. This is much better than a sweep or a five-game series. And from this Hab fan’s perspective, it’s always nice to see camera shots of Larry Robinson behind the bench. Kind of chokes me up.

Have you noticed that with all the beards out there, everybody looks the same? It’s like two teams full of Smith Brothers. I’m starting to dislike the beard thing. I’ll bet the wives are too. Maybe players need something new for playoff tradition, something that doesn’t make them all look alike. How about not showering for the playoffs? At least they wouldn’t have to worry about fans and media bothering them.

It’s also worth noting that if New Jersey really wants to climb all the way back, the Devils trainers might want to give Ilya Kovalchuk some smelling salts. Or at the very least, a good swift kick in the ass.

Another Blown Lead, Another Loss

We could say New Jersey’s 4th goal, the winner, should never have happened because Erik Cole was held and stripped of the puck, but what the hell. It was just another in a long list of ways the Canadiens have blown leads and blown games.

They do a wonderful impression of Linda Lovelace, however.

Not that the hapless Habs were truly terrible on this night. They had their chances, they outshot the Devils 30-22, and they led 3-1 midway through the second period. Of course, four unanswered goals by New Jersey – one in the second and three more in the third, and Montreal drops like an anvil to an incredibly embarrassing 14th of 15 teams.

To think we used to make fun of the Toronto Maple Leafs. Imagine if this Habs team played the 1975 Red Army squad on New Year’s Eve. No, don’t imagine.

Montreal opened the scoring when a Rene Bourque shot deflected off David Desharnais, and they added their second when Andrei Kostitsyn did a nice little spinerama that Martin Brodeur just couldn’t cover. But dark clouds began to drift in when Carey Price was fooled on a harmless shot that got past his stick side. Price looked disgusted and rightly so. He needed to stop it, we needed him to stop it, and he didn’t.

It’s not the first time we’ve seen Price let a shot like this get by him. Remember that beach ball from the circle a couple of months ago?

Montreal regained their two-goal lead when Mathieu Darche converted while shorthanded after Tomas Plekanec burst in on another of his 8000 breakaways, (7,800 of which he didn’t score). And around then it almost seemed to me that this was sort of an improved effort from the Buffalo game two nights ago.

But what was I thinking? There was still a whole period to go, of course. Please refer to Linda Lovelace again.

This has gotten completely out of hand. The trade deadline is February 27th, and those Montreal phones better be burning up the wires. They’ve always been a decent team on paper, but there is serious lack of cohesion and chemistry. These 22 guys aren’t made for each other. They haven’t gelled all year, except for the Desharnais, Pacioretty, Cole trio. It’s a team in turmoil, and I want to wake up some morning in the very near future and hear that changes have begun.

I can’t relate to this team. Scott Gomez doesn’t look right in a Montreal Canadiens jersey, and I felt that way long before he went a year without scoring. (Which, by the way, comes up in a couple of days. The anniversary, not a goal). Thomas Kaberle doesn’t look right in this jersey. Mike Cammalleri didn’t. Others don’t either. It’s a team without magic, without charisma and chemistry, without flow and fire and intensity. They’re not even tough. And their power play……. again, the lovely Ms. Lovelace.

Who are these guys and what have they done with my Montreal Canadiens?

In all the years I’ve been following the team, I’m most disgusted with this edition. It’s a disgrace, the whole situation, and we don’t deserve this.

Random Notes:

Montreal has won 9 of their last 29 games.

Back to Montreal for matinee games Saturday against Washington and Sunday when the Jets come calling. Both are 2 pm ET starts. Of course, if you decide to go to the mall at this time, I don’t blame you.


Huge Honkin’ Win In New Jersey

What do you expect when the Canadiens play the New Jersey Devils in New Jersey? You expect a tight, low-scoring game. And if you’re a Habs fan, you expect a win of course.

Which is what happened on this Saturday night in early April as the Montreal boys, led by Mathieu Darche with two goals, beat the Devils 3-1 in as important a game as can be for the Canadiens this year.

The Habs came through tonight, as they should, especially after giving off such a putrid smell in the past several games, and although they were far from setting the world on fire, allowed the Devils only 21 shots on Carey Price and made the most of their chances to get the job done.

Montreal managed just 29 shots themselves, but absolutely, this can be expected when playing the smothering Devils.

Darche’s two and one by PK Subban was all it took, along with Carey Price being solid throughout, and it was only after I seriously began to think shutout without saying it out loud that Ilya Kovalchuk bulged the twine with Price caught out of position.

I not only have to not say shutout, but I suppose I can’t even think it too.

All in all, three goals on Martin Brodeur and 29 shots overall is like a bombardment against this Newarkian squad, and fans of the bleu, blanc et rouge should be mighty happy about this. I know I am.

Random Notes:

Always nice to see Jacques Lemaire, even though he’s been on the opposite bench for years, and forever since he belonged to the Montreal organization. But I still don’t understand him saying in an interview a few months ago that coming back to Montreal means absolutely nothing to him except that he gets to see his granddaughter.

Lemaire was a Junior Hab for three years, and won eight Stanley Cups as a player with the big team from 1967 to 1979. He was also behind the Canadiens bench for a couple of years in the 1980’s.

I suppose, because he’s been away for a long time, the memories have faded, but what great memories they must have been. How could they completely fade? I don’t understand at all why it wouldn’t be at least a little special for him to come home.

But whatever. He lost and isn’t in the playoffs, and we won and will be.

Next up – Chicago visits the Bell Centre on Tuesday. The Hawks are fighting off the Flames for the final playoff spot in the west and wouldn’t it be fun if Montreal clobbered Chicago and contributed to them golfing early this year?

As it stands now, Montreal still holds down sixth place and would meet Boston in round one, but those bastard Buffalonians, New Yorkers, and Carolinians remain sniffing at their heels.