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Habs Fall In Game 4

The Canadiens lost a tight one in New York, falling 2-1 to a revitalized Rangers team, and now it’s gonna take six games instead of five to dispatch these NY bastards to the nearest golf course.

I want these guys gone. I’m tired of Zuccarello and Kreider and McDonagh and Nash and the lousy cop anthem singers. Tired of all things Rangers. Let me be the first to say good riddance after the Canadiens put the hammer down on Thursday and Saturday.

Nash ran Price, and how beautiful it would’ve been to see Weber send the big Rangers’ nose and several chiclets into the upper deck. Kreider’s been a bum but he remains despicable regardless. Zuccarello, waving his stick that would be too big for Mike McCarron, needs to be scalped by Steve Ott.

The little bugger might have the longest stick on his team. Maybe he’d be better if he cut a foot or so off it. Maybe he’s never thought of it.

Their goaltender, Henny Lunny, the one who embarrasses teammates for all to see after they make a mistake like not getting him a stick during the play, can’t always be so lucky to have a puck hit his stick that’s laying on the ice, and have the biscuit scoot safely away.

And of course there was that Shea Weber missile that clanged off the iron late in the game. Henny was full of it on this night.

The Canadiens will pull their pants up Thursday in Montreal, and finish it back on Broadway. Then the New Yorkers, including the anthem singers, can take in some Bronx and Queens baseball and not be back on my TV until next fall.

Turnovers played a role in the Habs falling short. Name a defenceman – he turned it over. All of them. Most flagrant was Andrei Markov letting a puck at the backboards carom off his skate and straight out to Jesper Fast, who banged it home.

But still in the first period, Torrey Michell converted a Radu to Mitchell to Weber to Mitchell, shortly after a Radu penalty was over, the game was suddenly tied, and visions of a 3-1 series lead danced in my head.

Sadly, not only did New York dominate the second period, a goal from that Nash fellow put the team ahead, and try as Montreal might in the third, especially in the dying moments, they weren’t able to light the lamp, and the series is again tied.

Playoff hockey isn’t for the faint of heart. Thunderous hits, chirping, bleeding faces, sore noses. And that’s just in my living room. The play on the ice was almost as bad.

And as exciting as this series has been, I want it over in six games. Speaking for myself, of course.

Maybe you want seven games. Maybe you’re not as sick of Zuccarella and Henny and Nash and those dudes as I am. But I think you are.

Big game on Thursday. Huge.

 

 

Habs Blank New Yorkers

The line of Erik Cole, Lars Eller, and Alex Galchenyuk did major damage, each racking up a goal and an assist, and Carey Price earned his second shutout of the season as the Canadiens rebounded after a dismal collapse on Thursday against the Islanders to hand the New York Rangers a big 3-0 skunk at the Bell Centre.

But you already know that and I really don’t have to repeat it. I’m just trying to fill space, that’s all.

Six points from the above mentioned trio, and Lars Eller in particular enjoyed a terrific night. But the team in general played well and took care of a battered Rangers team who were without a bunch of guys, including Rick Nash and Michael Del Zotto. But who cares if they’re battered? Most people never seem to mind when the Canadiens have injuries so the heck with New York’s problems. Looks good on Fonzie Tortorella.

Montreal had Brendan Gallagher back in uniform after his slight concussion, but Rene Bourque was out with the flu, which he probably caught from Carey Price or PK Subban, who went through it a few days back. Hopefully Bourque, a guy who has been reincarnated this season, will be fine by Monday when the team travels up the 417 to Ottawa to meet the beat-up Senators. But again, who cares if Ottawa is beat-up?

Random Notes:

The fourth line of Travis Moen, Colby Armstrong, and Ryan White earned their money in fine fashion, and I feel every guy on the roster showed up on this night, even though they managed just three shots in the first period, which happened to be the number of shots the boys got in the first period the last time they played the Rangers. The question now lingers – Will Tortorella say anything nice about the team that beat his?

Shots on goal – Montreal 18, NY 17.

Habs in Ottawa Monday and Toronto on Wednesday. Really need these games. The Sens are hurting and the Leafs are as despicable as they’ve ever been. Maybe more so.

Max Pacioretty was hit hard by Ryan McDonagh and for a few minutes looked to be snake bitten again, but he was fine and shortly after got payback with a nasty check to McDonagh. The Rangers D-man, who went to NY as part of the Scott Gomez deal in 2009, might be eating ice cream for awhile.

 

 

Millennium First-Rounders

I thought now is as good a time as any to bring back the terrific breakdown of first-round draft picks for all teams beginning in 2001 that Ron Schwartz put together last February. I posted it then and I think I’d like to do it again.

Ron Schwartz at Silver Oak Blog has put together a nice look into NHL first-round picks since 2001, showing charts and he breaks down every first-rounder from every team and where they’re playing now. He gives us the distribution of each position, shows a world map of where they’ve all come from, and it’s a nice job and deserves a look.

See what he says and scroll down to the visual work. Have a look at all the Habs picks in the new millennium, beginning with Mike Komisarek, who went 7th in 2001.  All in all, it’s a great way to lead up to Friday.

Slick Sather

Here’s the bastard who magically convinced Bob Gainey to take Scott Gomez off his hands. Gomez still had five years and 30 million left on his seven year, 51.5 million deal when Gainey had the biggest brain fart of his life.

Gainey also threw in Ryan McDonagh, Chris Higgins, Doug Janik, and Pavel Valentenko for Gomez, Tom Pyatt, and minor leaguer Mike Busto.

Copy this photo and paste on your dartboard. Just don’t hit the crest.

Higgins For Gomez. The Habs Just Got Smaller (But Craftier)

Scott Gomez isn’t exactly the big centreman most of us had in mind. In fact, the team just got smaller by dealing 6′, 203 lb. Chris Higgins and minor leaguers defencemen Ryan McDonagh and Pavel Valentenko to the New York Rangers for 5’11, 200 lb Gomez, plus AHL’er Tom Pyatt and ECHL defenceman Mike Busto.

Frankly, I don’t know what to think about this. Yes, Higgins underachieved with the Canadiens, never blossoming into the player the organization thought he would become. Same for Gomez in New York. He never became the star on Broadway they thought he’d be, like he was when he was in New Jersey. There, he was an up-and-coming young gun, a two-time Stanley Cups winner over in the swamp.

The problem also remains that Gomez stands to make a silly 8 million this season, which means the bank is perilously close to being broke in Habtown as far as nabbing other players from out there goes. 

It also seems sad that the Habs gave up on McDonagh, who was expected to amount to something in Montreal. Maybe he wasn’t developing the way they thought, or maybe Gainey just really likes Gomez and decided to pay a hefty price.

If this is all the movement Gainey makes, there’s going to be a lot of disappointed Habs fans who understand as much as the brass that the Canadiens aren’t about to set the world on fire with the existing team as is.

Maybe this will all work out. Gomez will shine as a Canadien, and Gainey will end up looking like Sam Pollock. It’s going to be a wait-and-see.

This is what I know about Gomez. I saw him play in Powell River against the home town Kings when he was with the BCHL South Surrey Eagles. He was a huge star in this league, and fans came out to see him. But in Powell River, there were a group of about ten people in the stands who rode him unmercifully, and Gomez got so upset, he started waving his stick and answering back to the hecklers.

When the game began, Gomex was great. He was a beautiful, if somewhat unorthodox skater, and he was great carrying the puck from his end to deep into Powell River’s. But, at about the five minute mark, and maybe because the hecklers had done their job, Gomez was involved in some nasty business on the ice and was promptly thrown out.

So I saw him for five minutes. But I liked the five minutes worth.