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Canadiens In The Zone…The Twilight Zone

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I was watching one of my favourite TV  shows today, The Twilight Zone.

Have you seen any of this classic series? Ventriloquist dummies coming to life, weird things at bus stations, freaky little aliens on airplane wings.  George Stroumboulopoulos wearing shoes the length of a canoe.

Anyway, today’s episode was about a hockey team that one minute was one of the best in the world and a possible favourite to go all the way, and almost at the snap of a finger froze up like they were freaky aliens on an airplane wing over the North Atlantic.

Even the Toronto Bleeding Scabs thought they might be able to leap over them in the standings. It was that bad.

Sports writers were ruthless. Fans considered jumping off bridges. Little kids cried. Bloggers tried to think about what to write.

Why did Rod Serling screw with our minds like that?

Canadiens fall 3-1 to the Washington Capitals, their sixth straight loss, their tenth in eleven games, eleven in thirteen etc. No one’s scoring except Daniel Carr. The team has just six goals in these latest six losses. Marc Bergevin is making calls about Mike Bossy.

It’s enough to send me to the fridge where the brandy is, like a thirsty zombie in The Twilight Zone.

Next – Monday in Tampa Bay, where the boys can drop televisions and drive cars into the hotel pool if they so desire. They’re rich, pampered athletes. They can do whatever they want.

And frankly, dropping TVs and drowning cars to let off steam might be exactly what they need. Christmas at home didn’t help.

One Shift At A Time

For the next three Habs games, including tonight’s contest against Winnipeg, tomorrow’s trek to Ottawa, and Saturday’s hosting of the Buffalo Sabres, my game posts will come slightly later, like around midnight instead of immediately following the games. It’s because I have to be at a certain place – work. People don’t stop using the ferries when the Canadiens are playing. I don’t know why, but they don’t.

I realize now that when I was hired, I should have said, “Thanks, but I’ll also need the day off whenever the Habs are playing. Or at the very least, strictly day shifts.” But I didn’t and now I’ll be stuck at work while you’re cheering all those Montreal goals and booing Big Buff and other enemies.

Regardless, I’ll watch the games when I get home. PVRs are a beautiful thing, as were VCRs. I remember years ago, before VCRs were invented, and I was working shift work in Ontario. I missed all kinds of things – playoff games, World Series drama, reruns of The Twilight Zone, bench-clearing brawls. The VCR was one of the best things to come along in years. But have you ever spent an entire shift asking others to not tell you the score? Often someone blurts it out by accident, or says it because they think it’s funny. These people should be rounded up and sent to a Russian Gulag near the Arctic Circle.

I’ve spent years avoiding scores while the games were being recorded. It’s not perfect, this recording business, but it’s what happens when you have to work unusual hours. I just can’t believe that people travel when the Habs are playing.