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Habs Nip Cats

The Canadiens overcame a pesky Florida Panthers team to win 2-1 and make us not quite so testy about things.

And although the boys scored only twice, if they could have figured out Tim Thomas a bit better, it might even have been a lopsided deal. Because the chances were definitely there.

Montreal outshot the Panthers 13-5 in the first period, swarming the Florida net constantly, coming in in waves, looking like a million bucks. And all was right with the world when David Desharnais found the back of the net after first fanning, and then relying on his back hand to get the job done.

They were playing well. Another small yet fine step after a dismal November, added to a better first few games of December.

But things changed when Florida tied it up late in the frame, and suddenly the jump, the coming in in waves, suddenly calmed down and the visitors picked things up a notch. One goal and Montreal’s first period vim and vigour went out the window somewhat.

Was it a sign of an unsure or fragile team, when the foot is suddenly off the pedal like that? Or orders from the guy behind the bench, telling them to never mind the fancy stuff and tighten up?

Tomas Plekanec was flying on this night, both ways, showing the offensive and defensive skill throughout. Pleks will make a fine captain of the Czech Republic squad. A quiet guy leading by example.

And because Pleks was motoring, his linemates Brian Gionta and Daniel Briere found themselves with jump and opportunities, and it was Gionta who would notch the winner late in the second.

It was a swell two points, even with Andrei Markov and partner Alexei Emelin being on the ice for the Panthers marker, making it another night, especially for Emelin, of being in the minus column.

Markov struggled more than normal, best illustrated, for me at least, when a Panther player simply slid the puck through Markov’s open legs and the biscuit ended up in the back of the net.

Not the kind of play expected from a wily veteran.

And Emelin has been spending a lot of time getting confused instead of rattling bones and making the smart, quick play. But he’ll rebound. Hopefully before spring.

At least it was two big points against a team who had previously handed our boys a couple of dismal defeats. And although the original swarming of the net subsided after the first, the team still managed to get lots of chances, outshooting Florida 12-6 in the second before being outshot 16-10 in the third.

Carey Price kept them in it, Thomas at the other end did too, and the low scoring affair was still a win for the good guys, no matter how you slice it.

Final shots on net Montreal 35, Florida 27. Great to see lots of shots by the home team.

Random Notes:

Rene Bourque found himself in close with chances as well, and seemed to have some zip to his game. What an important guy Bourque could be if he came to play every night. He’s got the tools, but the tools seem mostly rusty or seized up.

Three times it seemed we were about to lose key guys, with Brendan Gallagher, Brandon Prust, and PK Subban all experiencing some sort of injury that thankfully didn’t keep them out of the game. Imagine if PK was seriously hurt on the eve of the Olympic roster decision.

And imagine a Montreal Canadiens team without P.K. for a long period of time. Whew.

Next up – Wednesday, with the guys in Philadelphia. No sense in saying the obvious about how a win is a must.

Gionta, Price, And That Other Guy

Brian Gionta’s been cleared to play after the torn bicep tendon in his left arm healed the way everyone hoped. It’s good. We need the experience he brings. And some big goals now and again.

Speaking of biceps, how I wish Carey Price would’ve schmucked Tim Thomas in their little scuffle in 2011. Thomas skated the length of the ice, Price put the mask and gloves down, Thomas did too, and then Price tossed Thomas to the ice.

That was it. Big disappointment. Darn.

If I was writing the script, Price would have put the mask and gloves down, got close enough to the Bruins goalie, and smashed him eighteen times in the face, sending Thomas’ nose cartilage and fibrofatty tissue to the back recesses of the brain, triggering dormant cells that make him warble “Give Peace a Chance” as both eyes turn coal black and teeth rattle so much they end up lodged in the roof of his mouth and he pleads to Barack Obama and Wavy Gravy for mercy.

Brian Gionta’s been cleared.

Guy And Tim

Busy day coming up, maybe, so now’s as good a time as any to simply throw in a caricature of Guy Lafleur that I took a picture of in Old Montreal. The guy doing the drawing and selling didn’t seem all that thrilled that I took a picture instead of buying it and I don’t blame him.

It’s not a masterpiece, but I like it anyway. The Flower might not but I do. At least I think I do.

Maybe I don’t.


I read earlier that Tim Thomas has asked his agent to see if any teams might be interested in him. Thomas took last year off, just a couple of years after telling the hockey world at the NHL Awards how unbelievable it was that he’d spent so many years in the minors and had finally made it to the bigs and how fantastic it was.

The novelty wore off somewhere along the line, he refused to go to the White House with his teammates to meet Barack Obama after the Bruins’ Cup win in 2011, but now I guess he’s got it out of his system and wants to come back. But I guess I can’t say much. Ken Dryden got away from the game for awhile too.

But who cares about Tim Thomas. I’m going with the Guy Lafleur picture.


Goodbye To Cole, Hello To Ryder

These things always seem to happen when I’m at work and not supposed to be on the computer.

Erik Cole is now a Dallas Star, and Michael Ryder, who toiled for the Habs for four seasons between 2003 and 2008, is back in the fold. Who wudda thunk.

Before the Stars, Ryder spent three years as a Boston Bruin. Maybe he can regale his new teammates with funny Tim Thomas and Brad Marchand stories.

There was definitely something off with Cole this season. He expressed his unhappiness before the season kicked off, even admitting it might be his last campaign, and he was less than stellar up until now, with just three goals and three assists. Who knows what was wrong. Maybe he missed the good old U.S. of A.

The bottom line was, he wasn’t really helping the team and when that happens, it’s time to move on. He seemed like he was ready for a change anyway.

I trust Marc Bergevin on this move. Michel Therrien probably said, “hey boss, we need more scoring,” and the G.M. listened. Michael Ryder is a pure sniper with a great shot, and we could’ve used him the other night in Ottawa when the team was able to manage just one goal on 45 shots.

Ryder potted 112 goals in his four seasons as a Hab, an average of almost 30 a year, and that ain’t chopped liver. His total NHL stats sit at 203 goals and 207 assists in 650 games.

So goodbye to Erik Cole, he was a fine player up until this year, and he seems a charismatic and friendly fellow. It’s just too bad he wasn’t helping. Here’s wishing him all the best as a Dallas Star.

David Booth – Tim Thomas’ Soulmate

It appears Bruins’ goalie Tim Thomas isn’t the only ultra-right wing, redneck nutcase in the NHL.

This was in the Vancouver Province last week, written by Nolan Kelly, and apparently it caused a sensation on Twitter. It’s about Canucks winger David Booth, who definitely isn’t a hippie. In Defense of Criticizing David Booth

And so you can know this fellow a little more, here’s a previous Province story about Booth and his hunting exploits, which also lit up Twitter-world. Left Winger With A Right Wing Agenda

I’m using my right to freedom of speech to say I don’t like this guy. Canucks fans can have him.

Kane Teasers

NHL referee Chris Lee and his wife are sitting at home when his wife gets up, turns out all the lights, and goes to bad. Chris decides to stay up and read for another hour.
How could he read without lights?

Answer: He was reading braille.

A man saw Gary Bettman crossing the road and swerved to crush him with his tires. All the street lights were off as well as the car’s headlights. There were no other lights on along the road.
How did the man see Bettman?

Answer: It was during daylight.

Brad Marchand is riding a horse. To the right of him is a cliff and in front of him is an elephant moving at the same pace and he can’t overtake it. To the left of him is a hippo running at the same speed and a lion is chasing him.
How can Brad get to safety?

Answer: Get off the merry-go-round.

Scott Gomez works his way into the corner, fights off several others by pushing and shoving, and comes out with the puck. How did he do this?

Answer: He was playing road hockey in a maternity ward.

Imagine Gary Bettman is alone on a boat with a large hole in the bottom. Sharks are swimming around him on all sides and the boat is sinking fast. How does Gary survive?

Answer: Stop imagining.

Tim Thomas’ mother has three girls.  One is named April and one is named May. What is the other named?

Answer: Tim


Better For Bettman

The original Stanley Cup, from 1892. Even Gary Bettman could have lifted it. Maybe.

If only it hadn’t gotten bigger over the years. The darn thing’s 36 inches high now, whereas the original was just over 7 inches. It’s too much for little Gary. And of course he wouldn’t lift the modern one above his head even if he could – that’s reserved for the winning team. If he tried, he might go from five foot five to four foot five.

I’m surprised he doesn’t put his back out just looking at it.

When the L.A. Kings won the prize recently, GM Dean Lombardi was offered the Cup during the on-ice celebrations, and after hedging on it for a few seconds, finally agreed to take it. But he struggled to lift it high, and if Lombardi had trouble with it, imagine Bettman. It would have crushed him like Tim Thomas stomping a 98-pound, long-haired Democrat. Like Wile E. Coyote having an Acme safe dropped on him.

If only the Stanley Cup had stayed the size of the original. Bettman could have lifted it like crazy. For a few seconds at least.

But alas, the Cup is too big now.

Maybe it should be made of styrofoam. For the President’s sake.

Awards Night On The Strip


What rivals the Academy Awards, Grammys, Emmys, and Golden Globe Awards?

Not the NHL Awards Show, that’s for sure.

Tonight’s the night we see players wearing uncomfortable tuxedos and their women beaming proudly. We see awkward speeches, hopefully some seriously low cleavage in the audience, and no Scott Gomez anywhere. We’ve also seen Ron McLean completely out of his element as a stand-up comedian, a cringe-inducing time in space if there ever was one, and maybe he’s been told to stay home.

And for those of you who gag at the thought of Nickelback performing, please keep in mind that Robin Thicke sang a couple of years back and I ask you, what’s worse?

I don’t know exactly what it is about Nickelback. Everybody dumps on this Canadian band, but I don’t mind them. Is that uncool to say? Do you like Robin Thicke better?

When I was a truck driver working out of Calgary, I would sometimes deliver cases of food to various stores in Hanna, Alberta, home of the Nickelback guys and Lanny McDonald. I’ve never ever delivered groceries in Robin Thicke’s hometown of Los Angeles.

In the recent past, the Awards show has been at the Palms in Vegas, which must have been uncomfortable for the players, wives, and executives because the Palms is about three blocks from the Strip, which is way too far. Tonight they’ve moved to the Wynn, one of the nicest hotels in the city, right on Las Vegas Boulevard in the heart of the Strip, and where, if rumours are correct, sex has taken place in hotels rooms at various times, although I heard that several years ago and I don’t know if it’s still the case.

The big ones are on the line.

Henrik Lundqvist, Evgeni Malkin, and Steven Stamkos are up for the Hart Trophy, awarded to the most valuable to his team. I say give it to Malkin and hopefully cameras pan in on his girlfriend jiggling as she claps.

The Vezina, judged by general managers as top goalie, have Lundqvist, Pekka Rinne, and Jonathan Quick battling it out. Tim Thomas couldn’t make it because he’s committed to doing a song and dance at the White House.

The Norris sees Zdeno Chara, Erik Karlsson, and Shea Weber on the short list. Give it to Karlsson. He’s already been partly ruined by getting a big seven-year contract from the Ottawa Senators which will zap much of the hunger out of the kid, and now a Norris, which will zap even more. Sens owner Eugene Melnyk predicted that Karlsson will become one of the greatest defensemen in the history of the game, so load the money and awards on him now and we’ll see how this prediction stands up.

And the Bridgestone Messier Leadership Award goes to the league for coming up with the stupidest name for an award.

Other awards handed out tonight include player with the hottest wife or girlfriend, best stick boy, the Bridgestone Gomez Getting The Job Done Award, the Sean Avery For The Love Of The Game Award, and the Nickelback Courage Award for showing up when everyone hates them except me.

The one award that should be a lock, even if I am biased? Max Pacioretty taking home the Bill Masterton Memorial Trophy awarded for perseverance, sportsmanship, and dedication. Max came back from a broken neck to blossom into a star power forward, and he’s done it with grace and style, never losing a beat after such a tragic event. What a nice touch it would be to see Zdeno Chara present this award.

Tim Thomas Moving On

Tim Thomas is taking a year off. A year at least. The Bruins or some other team, like Toronto, will have to decide at some later date if they want a chubby, slow, ultra-conservative prick to stop pucks for them. If he decides to return, that is.

Maybe he’ll hook up with a KHL team. Hah! That would be like Nikita Khrushchev moving to Haight-Ashbury.

But why is Thomas doing this?

“I just thought that I could travel around the country promoting hockey and peace on earth,” said Thomas. “I have Sean Avery to help me, and I’m hoping Scott Gomez can find the time to come along and show kids how to shoot and score. I’m also excited to announce that I’m now in negotiations with Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld to join my team and spread the message of love.”

I can hear Bruins fans now speaking in angry-yet-intelligent tones. “F^%$#@* you, Kane, you #$&^%$.  Ken Dryden took a year off when he was with the Habs and you don’t mention that. So what’s the difference, you %#$&* scum-sucking #$*&^%?”

And you’re right, Bruins fans. Sorry. But please don’t lump Thomas in with Ken Dryden. It’s just not right.

Footnote and reminder to Bruins fans.

Dryden was drafted by the Bruins in 1964 but shortly after, Boston traded him and Alex Campbell to Montreal for Guy Allen and Paul Reid.


Time To Get Him Signed

Marc Bergevin has had a day to pinch himself and realize what just happened, and now it’s time to get down to business. And signing Carey Price is a big part of getting down to business.

Price is going to want a substantial raise from the $3 million he made this year (Price signed a two year, $5.5 million deal in 2010) and when you see Marc-Andre Fleury in Pittsburgh pulling in $5.5 this year, Tim Thomas $5 million, Henrik Lundqvist $6.8, Ryan Miller $6.2, and Roberto Luongo $6.7, you know Price is going to want at least a couple of million tacked on to what he earns now, along with a nice, secure long-term deal that will keep him happy for the next half dozen years or so.

But regardless. It has to be done, I hope it goes smoothly, and both sides walk away with big smiles for a job well done.

Thanks to Beatnik for the Price highlight package.