What’s really sad is that I’ll never get a chance to use my Scott Gomez/Al Capone look alike joke again. (Photo by Al Catraz)
I’ve liked Marc Bergevin since he was first hired by the Canadiens, but now I think he’s the greatest guy who ever lived. I want to buy him drinks and lobby to get him the Order of Canada.
He decided to rid us of the Scott Gomez piano on our back.
I’d also like to thank the Molson boys for agreeing to wear the money lost on this. Your wallet will soon be thinner, but the warm and fuzzy feelings coming from fans is so thick you can’t imagine. That has to be a decent tradeoff, don’t you think?
No more Gomez. How am I gonna get used to that? It’s asking a lot.
I don’t care what anyone will say now about how he was a good guy in the room, loved by reporters and by proud Alaskans. I can hear this all day long and it won’t matter. It never mattered. George W. Bush could be a lovely fellow too.
Gomez didn’t help his team. I ended up cringing at the sight of him in a Montreal Canadiens uniform. Sometimes it would throw me off for an entire game, even those odd times when the team was playing well. I’d be enjoying myself, and then Gomez would jump on the ice.
He never seemed to me to be a true Montreal Canadien, if that makes sense. In my eyes he didn’t belong. He played soft, even when he was spitting in a dangerous manner. He grinned at opponents much bigger than him as if to say he wasn’t at all scared by them, even though he wouldn’t go closer than three feet.
He went a year without one goal. What the hell is that?
He had sort of a decent shot but not a great one, and most times the puck sailed over the net. He tapped opposing goalies on the pads after they made a good save, which never sat well with me. The goalie prevented a Montreal goal and Gomez would congratulate him? It was like he needed players from other teams to like him. He sometimes talked and kidded with opposing centremen when they were about to take faceoffs. I wished he wouldn’t. I prefer the intense, hate-filled look.
He was the Sally Field of hockey. “You like me, you really like me!”
Recent coaches had to play him not only because he had a whopping contract, but also because there was no one else. Much better centremen like David Desharnais, Tomas Plekanec, Lars Eller, who actually worked hard and got a few things done, would sometimes get tired and go to the bench. That’s where Gomez came in. He was next in line.
Randy Cunneyworth and Jacques Martin both gave him far too much ice time and surely not enough grief. They played him like he was effective. They were also both fired. Not for that, but anyway.
Michel Therrien must be feeling good about this turn of events. One less reason to blow his top. Although there will be many other reasons.
We won’t have Mr. Gomez to kick around anymore, but we carry on. In this winter of discontent, it feels right now like the Summer of Love.