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Gomez Musings

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)

Gomez Alcatraz

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.

 

Gomez On The Verge?

I’m not ready to break into a dance quite yet as we await word that Scott Gomez is about to be bought out - Puck Daddy, or possibly buried in the minors, but the day is coming when I click my heels and dance a jig when we finally see the report that says Gomez will take some cash from the Molson vault and go away and not come back, or will be suiting up for the Wheeling Nailers next fall if he makes the team.

If it’s a buyout, as Puck Daddy says, does this mean the price of Molson beer is about to go up to pay for the sins of Gainey and Gomez?

Cap Geek explains it - Scott Gomez is 32 years old on the buyout date of June 15, 2012, setting the buyout ratio at 2/3 and the total buyout cost at $6,666,667 spread over 4 years. His contract was originally valued at $51,500,000 beginning in 2007 and ending in 2014, with $10,000,000 remaining from the buyout year forward.

When it becomes official, and it better, I’m going to say a quiet thank you, maybe a loud thank you, dance that jig, or least wave my arms around, and try to remove the image of Scott Gomez wearing a Montreal Canadiens sweater forever from my memory.

For me he was never a Hab in an emotional sense, he contributed almost nothing as he lined his pockets, and he smiled and laughed on camera, often when he shouldn’t. On some nights when the team wasn’t going well, I wanted to wipe that smile from his face with a brick through my television. Geez I’m glad I didn’t do that.

Yes, he and Andrei Kostitsyn had so much fun together, he once said. Maybe he taught Kostitsyn how to break curfew.

The moment can’t come soon enough. I’ve been waiting two years now to see this guy ride off into the sunset, and especially this year after he promised us he’d be playing so much better after being embarrassed with his pitiful 7 goal effort from the year before.

And what an empty promise it became. Two stinking goals. A lot of laughs on the bench. A couple of waves of his stick at opposing players. The odd night when he bodychecked a sheet of glass. Going a full year without scoring. When I saw him play in Vancouver, he blew a kiss to somebody near me as he skated by. Not the most focused thing I’ve ever seen.

Nine goals in two years for an offensive forward making all that cash, the highest on a team that struggled and needed him to chip in and show some moxie, which of course he didn’t. It was all just so wretched. He became the poster boy for overpaid underachievers, and he became a sad and unfunny joke on a team that needed points in the worst way. He was too ineffective, not tough in any way, and he became, deservedly so, amazingly unpopular with several million Habs fans. Although I suppose his family still likes him.

He also admitted he needs to work on his shot. A $7 million guy with a lousy shot.

For me, whoever dons the CH becomes an automatic hero. Everyone except Gomez.

Is he gone yet?

 

 

 

Danno Offers Up Some Travel Tips

This, from Danno, after I’d posted a little story involving a bunch of little Canadian towns with funny names. (posted earlier today). This was Danno’s comment to my story, but it was so good I felt it deserved its own page.

“Dennis, you need to manage your next holiday so that you visit a place called Gauthier Ontario. There’s also the tranquil and serene Gainey Lake, near Sudbury. But be aware both places are similarly quiet and somewhat remote.

Take ownership of your well-deserved time off and scale the heights of Mount Molson in BC. Or, at the other end of the map, you can float your boat on Lac Gillet in Quebec.

“Looking for the presidential treatment? The folks at Parc Boivin conservation area near Drummondville Quebec are very hospitable.

For a more affordable holiday with lots of potential, your goal should be to carry on and visit the town of Price Quebec. And you must also stop in to the city of Dryden Ontario, because nothing ever gets by Dryden. And by Georges, make sure you take in the sights of Lake Vezina near Sudbury, where legendary trophy fish have been caught.

Next, take a drive to the village of Richard Saskatchewan and you’ll be sure to have a riot. Or drop a line in the fast-flowing current of the Cournoyer River in Quebec. Mount Beliveau in the Yukon is tall and majestic. It’s a classy choice to make as the centre of your sightseeing.

I would then coach you to see the Village of Martinville Quebec, or perhaps the village of Bowman also in Quebec, and finally to someday stick your toe in Blake Lake Newfoundland.”