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Canadiens In Boston

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It’s the boys in Boston Saturday night. No problem, as long as Jack Edwards’ nurses are close by.

It’s interesting to note (maybe), that Sergei Samsonov, who never really lived up to his star billing  which included a stint with the Habs in 2006-07 when he collected 9 goals and 17 assists, was originally a Bruin and was traded to Edmonton in 2006 for a couple of players (Marty Reasoner and Yan Stastny), plus a second round draft pick.

That second round draft pick turned out to be Milan Lucic.

That’s the best I can do right now. I’m on my way out the door, headed to Ottawa, and I’m late. If my game recap comes later than usual and you have something to say regarding the pummeling the Habs handed the Bruins, please say it here and I’ll work on what I saw later tonight or tomorrow.

Go Habs!

Canadiens Stomp Bruins

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Imagine that. The Bruins thumped 6-1 in Toronto and 24 hours later smoked 5-1 by the Canadiens.

Take that, Bruins fans.

The Canadiens looked just fine on this night, a solid three periods led by the guy whose name was mentioned beforehand not for what he might accomplish, but for what Milan Lucic might accomplish.

Dale Weise was a ball of fire, a guy who came to play, and with his fight in the first period with Gregory Campbell, then seeing him tie the score in the second on a penalty shot and setting up Max later on, it all added up to a sensational Gordie Howe hat trick.

But I’ll take it one step further, because after all that, he later on crashed the Bruins net in serious fashion, so I’m gonna call it a Rocket Richard home run.

Very impressive, those crazy Habs, even though, as sure as Bob Dylan won’t be singing opera and not one winning number will be on my lottery ticket, the Canadiens wouldn’t hit the back of the net in the first period and once again fell behind.

They didn’t get down on themselves though. They were dominant for the most part, and the worrisome power play was sharp all night and would eventually click on the fifth try when Jiri Sekac made it 5-1. But I’m  ahead of myself here. Tons of stuff went down.

Max Pacioretty was flying all night, and after not scoring on a last minute, clear cut breakaway in the first period, would light the lamp in the second and again in the third.

Nathan Beaulieu found himself in a fight with Matt Fraser and clocked the Bruin with a right that sent the fellow to the room with a sore face, leaving Beaulieu to add ice to the hand. Fraser had goaded Beaulieu to drop ’em, and such a mistake it was.

40-year old Sergei Gonchar, after just one practice and playing in his first game with the Habs after coming over from Dallas in the Moen trade, was solid and effective all evening, including on the power play where he showed poise and smarts, otherwise known as experience.

Tomas Plekanec pulled off the coolest little between-the-legs pass to Gally in the crease, but unfortunately it couldn’t be finished off. Looked great though.

Lars Eller notched his third goal in three games with a nifty backhand after great work by Gally. Eller’s a new man.

Pleks had a wide open net on a power play and hit the crossbar. But I think at that point we could all feel a power play goal was only a matter of time and it was.

PK stood up to Lucic after the big thug had levelled Sekac. Luckily nothing developed, but good on PK anyway.

Weise looked like Mike Bossy on the penalty shot goal.

Alexei Emelin bumped and thumped as he likes to do against the Bruins. It’s a beautiful thing when he’s rattling bones. Especially Beantown bones.

Alex Galchenyuk pulled off several very cool moves to once again give us a more hints of what’s in store for years to come.

And Carey Price continues to stop most everything and show once again that when he’s doing his thing, the team always has a chance to win.

Great game, tremendous result. And if you turn your TV or radio down and open the window, that sound you hear are Bruins fans everywhere grinding their teeth and pushing down little old ladies..

Random Notes:

Canadiens outshot Boston 34-22 and dominated much of the time.

The power play had a new feel to it. Therrien had two left handed blueliners, Markov and Gonchar, paired up, and two righties, Subban and Gilbert, for most of the five man-advantages.

Near the end, Nathan Beaulieu was rewarded for his fine play over the evening by getting some time on the power play as well. And it wasn’t just the d-men changing the environment. The power play units up front stormed the net, played like they were on a mission, and finally…..finally….Sekac scored after the team’s 28 previous attempts had proved futile.

Next up – Saturday when Philadelphia pays a visit.

 

Habs Take Out Bruins

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Milan Lucic, pictured above, screwed any chance of his team catching the Habs late in the game when he was sent off for mugging Alexei Emelin with just over a minute left and his team down a goal.

Lucic isn’t the smartest thug. Probably most gangsters aren’t. If this was Chicago of the 1930s, he’d be wasting away in Alcatraz instead of making millions as a boneheaded Bruins hothead.

Although he might be slightly brighter than teammate Brad Marchand. I’m just guessing. It’s hard to tell.

Shortly after Lucic’s temper tantrum against Emelin, who had leveled the thug early in the game with a juicy and clean hit,  the Canadiens on the power play saw P.A. Parenteau find the empty net, his second marker of the night, and the boys skate off with a solid 6-4 win over the Bruins.

It was a dandy night for Brendan Gallagher, who notched two goals and added an assist, and led his team in grit and points and heart and desire.

The team would end their power play woes, with two out of three chances bulging the twine.

Jiri Sekac finally scored his first NHL goal, with his family and girlfriend in the crowd, and you can’t much better than that. Dad was excited, and Jiri’s girlfriend is cute.

Tuukka Rask was chased from the Bruins net in the third period after Gally made it 5-3 good guys.

And as the season wears on, if Magilla Lucilla doesn’t seriously injure Emelin, I’ll be surprised. Bruins coach Claude Julien, if he has proper balls, should harness this thug. And while he’s at it, bench the despicable Brad Marchand, who at one point shoved his stick between P.K.’s legs.

That’s sounds rude in a couple of ways, doesn’t it?

On second thought, Julien should leave both alone. Their constant brain farts will sink this Bruins team.

A grand night at the Bell, the Canadiens home opener, with the scoring nicely spread around. Gally with two goals and an assist. Max – a goal and two assists. Parenteau with two goals. Pleks, DD, and Emelin all with two assists. And Chucky, Bourque, and Tinordi with an assist each.

Just one small concern, although I’m sure it’ll be ironed out in no time because we’ve learned before to chill out when this happens. Carey Price has allowed 14 goals in his not quite four games played.

Nothing to fret about. Price is starting slow and soon enough will pick up steam. I’m sure about that.

Random Notes:

Shots on goal, Boston 29, Montreal 26.

Next up – Saturday, when Colorado pays a visit.

Let Some Hitting Begin

Getting closer and closer to the real thing with seven exhibition games ready to go, beginning with the Bruins on Tuesday, the team that got their keisters kicked last spring in the playoffs by mere mortals who weren’t supposed to poke the almighty bear.

The bear got poked and it skedaddled right out of the rink and onto the nearest golf course.

How sweet that series was. A seven game battle royale that saw the Habs taking the opener 4-3 in Boston when P.K. scored in overtime, and game two had Montreal holding a 3-1 lead with nine minutes left, only to allow three goals in just over five minutes by Boston, plus an empty netter.

What a start, and what a series that would unfold. Electric. Nail biting. Ulcer-inducing. Ultimately crappy for the Bruins and their fans that made my heart soar like a flock of seagulls.

Ginette Reno warbling in Montreal. Shawn Thornton acting like a six-year old with his water bottle hijinks. Bruins anthem singer Rene Rancourt looking like he was peaking on acid.

Games going back and forth, keeping us all on the edge of our seat, chomping at the bit for the next game and then the next.

The Canadiens grabbed the series lead in game three with a 4-2 win. Remember that?

That was the night P.K. charged out of the penalty box, took a nice Lars Eller pass, and waltzed in along on Tuukka Rask, beating the goalie with a cool little move to the right that caught the goaltender flat-footed.

Boston would take game four with a tighter-than-tight 1-0 overtime win, and then grabbed game five by winning 4-2. It was excruciating to say the least.

I remember the odd Hab fan beginning to fold up the tent. Prematurely of course.

Montreal was dominant in game six, blanking the Bs 4-0 with Thomas Vanek awakening and notching a pair, and the series went to seven games, as it should, ending with the Canadiens posting a lovely and glorious 3-1 win that set Habs fans whoopin’ and hollerin’ throughout a dozen or so  time zones.

It seemed like only yesterday when it all went down, and which concluded with Milan Capone proving during the handshake that when his hockey career is finished, he’ll do just fine in the Cosa Nostra.

Frustrated Bruins players. Depressed Bruins fans. A suicidal Jack Edwards. And the Canadiens moved on to the Eastern Conference Final.

It was almost orgasmic.

It’s Boston at the Bell on Tuesday,  Colorado visits on Thursday, then on Friday the Habs and Avs clash again, only in Quebec City.

On Sunday the Caps pay a visit to Montreal, Wednesday the boys are in Chicago and Friday in Ottawa, and our Habs’ preseason ends on Saturday Oct. 4th when the Sens come to town for part two of being spanked.

After that it’s a few days to get ready for game one of the 2014-15 season when the Canadiens travel to Toronto to face the Worst Sports Franchise in North America.

How great is that? The Worst Pro Franchise in North America! That’s what ESPN decided about the Leafs organization and at this time I’d like to thank the TV channel for their fine assessment.

 

Training Camp For Them And Us

So far it’s been two days at rookie camp and three at the big one with more to come. And then there were those several days last year doing the same after just moving here.

If you’re a Habs fan and a Montrealer, you may have been to many of these things over the years. I’m sure you still appreciate it greatly. You’re not a jaded bastard, are you?

It’s the kind of thing I’d never done before but had always wanted too. Now here I am checking it out on most days and getting emotional just talking about it.

Plenty of Habs fans elsewhere would also like to be in Brossard right now. I can say that with complete confidence. And those who live in the Montreal area can do it every year if they’re able to call in sick on work and school days, or aren’t forced to go to Walmart on Saturday or Sunday morning.

Is there a better way to spend a morning and early afternoon?  Drills, intrasquad games. Watching the way they fly full-tilt around the ice, reminding me that it is indeed the world’s fastest game. Sixty-four guys all wearing the CH, with the number slowly getting whittled down.

For the players it’s all business, that’s for sure. And for those who don’t ever make the big club, who end up riding buses in the minors or junior and never get to hear the roar of the crowd or be threatened by Milan Lucic, it must be an unforgettable experience anyway.

Something to be proud of and talk about forever. That time they took part in a Montreal Canadiens training camp.

Yes, I remember it well.

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The Ineffective Man-Thing

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I work with a fellow who knows a Bruins Hall of Famer (I shouldn’t give the player’s name), and my coworker told me they were talking  awhile back and he asked the ex-Bruin about Milan Lucic.

The answer? Off the ice Lucic is mostly a decent guy who does charitable work and all that. On the ice he’s an asshole.

Lucic wasn’t a factor in the series, he was a hindrance. He kept fanning on sure goals or missing the net. If I was a Bruins fan, I’d be pissed. He’s a big reason his team lost.

And because the Canadiens went about their business in a professional and business-like manner, his antics with his stick and biceps made him look like a fool. His disrespect to the Canadiens played a big part in his teammates now buying new water skis and golf bags.

His “I’m going to f*****g kill you next year” to Dale Weise and Alexei Emelin in the handshake lineup was pathetic. And then he called Weise a baby for mentioning it.

Does he think Weise and Emelin would be shaking in their boots and be worried about next year’s meeting? Hah!

Truly the mark of a still-immature, overgrown thug who’s had his way because he’s bigger than most, and it’s probably been that way since he was a kid giving smaller kids wedgies on their way home from school.

The problem is, his job involves putting the puck in the net when the opportunity arises. He’s quite feeble doing that. The muscles get in the way.

Lucic can now drink and kick the cat and pose in front of the mirror at the cottage. Meanwhile, the Canadiens carry on.

Bye Bye Bruins

Don’t poke the bear? Why, what happens?

I found that statement arrogant and I wanted to shove it down the throat of anyone who said it.

How sweet it is. How sweet that the Montreal Canadiens went into Boston and won game seven and the series. Once again the Canadiens prove to be Boston’s biggest headache.

I love that!

How sweet that with a hard-fought 3-1 win, the Habs send Boston fans home unhappy and the Bruins into summer hibernation.

How sweet that Dale Weise got the game’s first goal, that Max Pacioretty scored his second in two nights, and Daniel Briere notched an assist on Weise’s goal and banked a puck off Zdeno Chara’s skate for the insurance marker.

Thank you Zdeno. You ruined any chance of a comeback. With a little help from Johnny Boychuk, who was penalized in the last few minutes for crosschecking Michael Bournival in the face.

Self destruction, and don’t blame the zebras for ruining the party.

It wasn’t easy for the Canadiens though. Not by a country mile. The Bruins spent far too much time in Montreal’s end, pelting 30 shots at Carey Price while just 18 went Tuukka Rask’s way.

The pressure was on, but Price was once again outstanding, and when a goalie allows just one goal in two pressure-packed playoff games, you know he’s zoned in, and now even more so, the sky really is the limit.

I wonder what Don Cherry is doing, now that the bear got poked not quite the way he was thinking. Put away your Bruins cufflinks and ties, Don. And if you dig deep, maybe you can think of  a couple of nice words to say about the Montreal Canadiens next time you’re on TV. Can you bring yourself to do this, or is it simply impossible?

Brad Marchand? Such a despicable piece of work. We know he’s not exactly a Mensa candidate, but showering Price with snow was truly an idiotic move. And his punching, slashing, chopping, and hacking added up to exactly nothing.

And I don’t know yet what tasteless and classless things Milan Lucic said to Dale Weise during the handshake, but whatever it was, I suppose it’s not all that surprising.

But that’s all I want to say about that team. They’re hibernating and we’re moving on to meet the Rangers to decide best in the east. How cool is that?

This series win was all about hard work and digging deep. About plumbers becoming household names and guys believing. It was about not giving up, giving all they had, and we as fans benefit from having such a character team to cheer for.

We savour this, let it sink in for the next few days, and focus on how the boys match up against Henrik Lundqvist and Marty St. Louis and rest of the Blueshirts.

But right now, our team got it done against a very fine Bruins team, and it’s something to be very proud of.

 

 

 

 

I just can’t say enough about this team right now. Such character throughout. Digging deep, playing with heart and soul, and winning games six and seven

Photo ‘Ruins

Game 1: Thursday May 1 at Boston, 7:30 p.m.
Game 2: Saturday, May 3 at Boston, 12:30 p.m.
Game 3: Tuesday, May 6 at Montreal, 7 p.m.
Game 4: Thursday, May 8 at Montreal, 7 p.m.
Game 5 (if necessary): Saturday, May 10 at Boston, TBD
Game 6 (if necessary): Monday, May 12, at Montreal, 7 p.m.
Game 7 (if necessary): Wednesday, May 14, at Boston, TBD

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Radio Guys In Beantown

Ian Sirota pointed out a piece to me which is simply wonderful to see.  I’m just so proud of Boston fans for keeping their time-honored tradition of crying about Montreal alive and well.

It stirs my soul. Kleenex must be a huge seller in Massachusetts.

It’s just heartbreaking that an inferiority complex has been built up around decades of being inferior to the Canadiens. Aren’t there enough shrinks in Boston to help deal with this massive problem?

The entire thing is right here where you can watch with your heart’s content a couple of Boston radio jocks babble on about Habs fans on something called the Felger & Mazz show on WBZ.

“Well, get ready for this crap. It’s gotten as bad as ever up there. It’s one thing the ‘Montreal diving’, right? That’s one part of it. But, it feels like the whole fan and media experience up there is all about waiting for the call .

“I think there’s something really wrong with those people up there. Like, there’s something in that culture . . . That’s your hockey-viewing experience? Crying about officials and crying about penalties? Like, that’s all they do! Watch it! Watch a game at the Bell Centre! It is one constant cry to the [officials] for a call. And more often than not, they get ’em . . . 

“So, you know, if the Bruins get by Detroit, [they’ll play] Montreal. So, 9-1-1 operators, be at the ready up in Montreal . . .”

“Get ready for that. Get ready for that crap.”

Something in our culture? I didn’t know that. This is why it’s good to hear opinions from others. We learn things about ourselves we might not have ever known.

It’s obvious these radio jocks are concerned about the prospect of their beloved team meeting Montreal, who won three of four games this season against the Bruins and are currently resting while the Bruins continue.

Bruins fans know it’ll be a deadly series. So bring it on.

I would however, like to talk a bit about this Felger guy’s take on Habs fans.

This disappoints me. All along I thought I was watching the game and now I find out I’m only looking for the officials to make calls in our favour.

This is something I’ll have to work on. I thought watching the officials was what I was supposed to do. Like Ron Maclean does.

I would, however, like to point out that we definitely don’t spend all our time doing this.

We also like to look around for cleavage, tight jeans, and the beer guy.

And because we only watch the officials, we’ve missed Brad Marchand dive, Milan Lucic spear, and Shawn Thornton mug. But afterwards, when we’re not watching the officials, we notice Claude Julien moan and tell reporters  his team would never dive, spear or illegally mug.

These two Boston radio guys also bring up the police aspect after the Chara hit on Max Pacioretty.

The fact is, if Chara would have gotten just one game suspension instead of nothing, the outcry would’ve been much less. No police. No complaining.

Max’s neck was broken on a play that could’ve been avoided. The puck Max was chasing was already thirty feet down the ice. Thankfully Mark Recchi made us feel better when he said Max was fine.

I can only imagine the wailing from Beantown if Alexei Emelin had done the same thing to Patrice Bergeron. Not to mention the five games Emelin would’ve received.

Bruins now lead Detroit 3-1 in their series and chances are good now that it’ll be a Boston-Montreal series coming up. We won’t won’t really see much of it, though. We’ll be watching the officials.

And when the Canadiens aren’t playing, like now because they swept their series of course, sometimes we watch The Daily Show.