I had so much blind faith in Benoit Pouliot. Hey Minnesota, you can have Guillaume Latendresse. He’s way too ineffective. We’ll take Pouliot, who was just used wrong in the past. Things will be different in Montreal.
He’s a big fellow, this Pouliot, 6’3 in fact, with soft hands, and in the beginning he reminded me a little of Jean Beliveau, also 6’3, with the smooth skating style, long reach, and soft hands.
I rubbed my hands with glee.
But now, like a slap in the face, I see why Pouliot, although drafted by Minnesota fourth overall in the 2005 draft, has never amounted to anything more than a journeyman. Because he’s disappeared into the wild blue yonder. He’s invisble, has contributed almost nothing in this post-season, and his name is rarely mentioned even while on the ice.
We need Pouliot’s size and hands. The possibilities are endless. He could be a goal-crasher, a big man hard to move from the front of the net. A big strong, dangerous guy.
Why has he become so quiet? Is it a personality thing? Is it lack of desire? Did things come too easily for him when he was a hot-shot junior, and now doesn’t know the meaning of getting his hands dirty?
He began well in his new Montreal Canadiens uniform, but little by little, he’s earned the right to free-fall from the first line to the fourth, or a ring-side seat on the bench or in the press box.
Such a shame. Such a waste. Such bad timing when his team needs all hands on deck.