Game 1 at Detroit Sat, May 24 - 8:00 pm EDT / 6:00 pm MDT
CBC/RDS/VS, Team 990 radio
Both teams have made it to the Stanley Cup final, so it's safe to say they're both pretty hot
However, the Wings did lose a game at home for the first time against Dallas in game 5, which either burst their bubble or served as a wake up call, depending on how the series turns out
The Mule, Johan Franzen, is out with a concussion, the Wings' doctors being extra careful since they failed to diagnose it properly the first time. I hope Johan knows a good medical malpractice lawyer....
If Franzen is the Mule, does that make the little Fuckitty-fuck the Gnat?
After the game day skate, Chris Chelios showed his lighter side for a change, entertaining reporters with tails of his exploits in the Peloponnesian Wars. Riveting.
And in case you haven't heard, Sidney Crosby is chasing his first Cup at age 20.
Remember Habs fans, every Finals matchup brings us closer the to entry draft and UFA day.
Seriously, what are you waiting for? This ain't the Super Bowl. Why Idiot Bettman doesn't take a page from his hero David Stern and have each new series start as soon as possible after the matchups are confirmed is beyond me. A full week of shit like "Sidney will be the youngest captain to hoist the Cup" or "Lidstrom will be the first European captain to hoist the Cup" or "Chris Chelios still changes his own adult diaper ... what a medical marvel!" articles has me at the breaking point.
We're Habs fans. But we're also hockey fans, and this series could be a great one, with some serious marketing potential ... so why drag it out? Anticipation has long given way to "holy fuck, are they ever going to start?", and with the weather warming up, we're all going to find something else to do. And they wonder why no one watches this fucking league.
Anyone knows what "puss" means in Swedish? Whatever it is, I hope HF29 gets some while he's away...
This is Emma Andersson. The lovely Ms. Andersson is a 5'7 3/4 Swedish singer/actress - who happens to be dating Henrik Zetterberg. Bastard. In any event, in this truly unscientific and essentially unhockey-related system, (which in reality is just an excuse to google terms like "red wing bikini" at work*), I figured the team with the player that 'scored' (hehe) the hottest chick must be the greater team. And in my thorough-ish internet search, I found no hotter Pens girlfriend (although Marc Andre Fleury's arm candy is cute) to rival that of the Wings' Hammerin' Hank. So Detroit get the nod for the Cup. Which is good, cause Lidstrom/Rafalski/Knowall vs. Gonchar/Whitney/Gill is a lopsided on-ice matchup anyway, if we did consider on-ice matchups. But then someone might mistake this for a serious blog...
But really, who cares. At least the Cup champ is not going to be some defensive-minded trapping team (**coughNew Jerseycough**) or a bunch of bullies (fuck you Bobby Clarke). Go Hockey!
Of course, we still like comments, so if you've got a pic of a hot Pens girlfriend to compare to Emma, or you are in fact one of said hot girlfriends, send along your pics to us!!
*Thank god I live in Calgary and none of my coworkers read this ...
Bulls cash in on their 1.7% chance of landing the first pick in the draft, and land the first pick. Bulls exec V.P. Jim Paxon also finds Jimmy Hoffa in the trunk of his car.
HF29 was spotted roasting kebabs in Jaffa. It is rumoured that he has quit his job to pursue a lifelong dream of shishkebabing and shishkebabe-ing.
Go Chelsea. That'll be all.
Its Iyyay. Not Lyaar, cause spelling it that way would make me a Lyaar. Todah, Nu.
Is it 5768 already? Man I could have sworn 5764 was only yesterday.
Bullet points for what you missed while having nightmares of reminding yourself, midday, 2 days in a row that YOU were writing TMS. Uh, wait, that actually happened....
The witch is dead and Mike Fuckity Fuckity Fuckity can go back to the cottage on No Speed Hill.
Incidentally, we are in for a treat, as the Penguins and Red Wings commence what should be an epic battle for Lord Stanley's Cup.
HF29 has converted to Hassidic Judaism and was seen harassing people on the streets of Jerusalem, asking if they had laid their tefillin in the morning.
Maybe I'll start watching hockey again now. Maybe.
And there is much rejoicing at FHF headquarters and in every NHL city save Philly, as the hated Flyers get their karmic comeuppance at the hands of Sid, Geno, MAF, and Staal. Thank Christ. Now if the Wings can get their act together and knock off the little fuckity-fuck (the so-far invisible in the series little fuckity-fuck, I might add) we can all sit back and enjoy our summer.
Bullet points for what you missed while having nightmares of converting dates from a Gregorian to a Hebrew calendar...
Team Canada does a great Montreal Canadiens impersonation and blows a 2-goal lead in the second half of the third period and loses the gold medal in overtime thanks to Ilya "R.J" Kovalchuk.
Sid the Kid fast tracks himself into the Stanley Cup Finals as the Pens do what the Habsshoulda did, but didn't do none.
Dark clouds gathering over the cottage in Dallas owned by the Little Fuckity, see above.
HF29 has given the most inspiring speech ever to members of the Knesset, moving all to tears. A historical peace agreement is promptly signed and peace has been restored in the Middle East after 60 years of infighting.
FHF moves its headquarters to Jericho.
We gotta pack our suitcases, for the move to Jericho and all.
Like the Stars before them, the Flyers also avoid being swept at home. The game got chippy at the end, with even Sid and Richards getting into a little tussle. Meh, this series is over this weekend anyway;
Team Canada faces Sweden in the Double Eye semis today. Sweden does not have Alfie, Sundin, Forsberg or any other NHL Swede you may have heard of. Recipe for trouble.
Alright this is it for the original TMS for a couple of weeks. The pilgimage to find a hockey arena in the Holy Land begins tomorrow. The other HF's have you covered. Shalom, y'all.
Dallas beats the Wings? I find that hard to believe. The phrase "postponing the inevitable" comes to mind;
Team Canada advances to the semis of the Double Eye with an 8-2 win over Norway. The game was actually much closer than the score indicates. Seriously. Canada joins Finland, Russia, and Sweden in the semis.
Please Pittsburgh, just put Philly out of their misery tonight.
Hey kids! TMS aka The Game Day Skate aka HF29 here. Hope you are all doing well on the glorious summer-like day in Montreal, or wherever you are. With the Pens and Wings on course for the Stanley Cup final, I thought I'd give you all a little heads up about FHF. We quit! Habs suck! This blog was a total fucking waste of time!
No, of course we kid. But you may have noticed the number of posts around here dwindling by the minute. FHF is suffering from post-second round flameout burnout. Or something. We are all just recharging our batteries. Yours truly is off to the Holy Land (Hockey Hall of Fame?) next week for some R & R and hunt for hockey babes around the world. Panger is returning from a jaunt across the pond to watch the Blues lose. HF10 is once again spending time with Mrs. HF10 and the cutest mini-HF10 you can imagine. And HF4 may be dead, we're checking on that.
But this meandering note is just to tell you even though we're slacking now, we're not going anywhere over the summer. Babes, UFA's, mindless filler, babes, the draft, and babes are all on the menu. All of it with the traditional snark and lame-ass wit you've come to expect. So czech back often, Jaro weel bee beutifooul wetching.
In Montreal, losing in the second round gets you a Jack Adams nomination. In San Jose, it gets you fired;
Team Canada closes out the Double Eye preliminary round with a 6-0 record after beating Finland 6-3. Heatley is dominating in a way that has to be painful for Sens fans to watch.
Hahahahaha. Mickey Ribs, you're a dick. The Ribs Haters around here* have been waiting for him to do something stupid for a while now. I personally felt it would be a diving penalty at a key point in the game. What happened was even better, because it should get him a suspension. We have a tag around here that reads "there's no English word for schadenfreude except 'Leafs'", but fuck, "Mike Ribeiro suspension" is pretty schadenfreude-riffic too.
So with time running out in the Wings-Stars game last night, Fuckey Ribs slashed Chris Osgood across the chest. Nice two-hander! You can see the video here. The fun starts around the 1:30 mark. Sure, the slash may have been retaliation for an Osgood butt end love tap, but that's no excuse. I love the way Ribfuck does it frombehind the net. Like he can't even give a two-handed slash like a man, he has to hide behind the net to do it. Nice move, pussy-boy. Enjoy the press box.
Bullet points for what you missed while having nightmares of burning the tapes...
Hey look, an actual hockey game! Wings take the West Conf opener 4-1. The Little Fuckity-Fuck was in the sin bin when the Wings got their 3rd goal to put the game out of reach in the second. Happy happy joy joy;
In the Double Eye, Team Canada escapes with their lives with a 2-1 win over... Norway? Really?
Prized Swedish free agent Fabian Brunnstrom chooses Dallas over a small group of teams that included Montreal. I'd say I was disappointed, but did we really want a player named Fabian?
We declare the mourning period over as of sunset tonight. Bring on the UFA period!
I'm feeling blue. Or rather, I wish I were feeling blue.
OK, so at the risk of being hung, drawn and quartered by FHF's 'legions' of fans (both of you, and I'm especially scared of LG77) I admit it: it was my fault the Habs lost. I watched the first period and a half at the Calgary airport while awaiting a flight to London, and when the plane boarded it was 3-1. When the plane landed in London, the Habs had already blown their 2 FREAKING goal lead and lost both the game and the series to the Phucking Phlyers. Phuck I hate Martin Biron. Go Pens.
So instead of watching the Stanley Cup Finals in Montreal (with said LG77's tickets) I'll be watching a Premiership match this Sunday between Chelsea and Bolton that will essentially decide the league winner - even though the race is between Chelsea and Man U, so it's not really a championship game 'cause football/soccer is apparently weirdly non-confrontational. Except in the stands where hooligans try to tear each others eyes out. Coincidently, kinda like Philly fans.
So anyway, enjoy this Chelsea babe as my peace offering.
Well, the season has ended for our favourite bleu, blanc et rouge team, which means it's time for ... no, not some sort of silly season review ... it's time for ... the results of the First Annual FourHabsFans/Blueshirt Bulletin Canadiens/Rangers Prediction Contest, featuring noted Blueshirt Bulletin contributor, Dubi sycophant, FHF flame commenter,and overzealous Ranger attack dog Prospect Park! Thanks for playing, Prospect!*
*The inventors of the First Annual FourHabsFans/Blueshirt Bulletin Canadiens/Rangers Prediction Contest make absolutely no guarantees that noted Blueshirt Bulletin contributor, Dubi sycophant, FHF flame commenter and overzealous Ranger attack dog Prospect Park is
a) a willing participant in this contest or
b) even knew the contest existed, since HF10 made it up about a week ago.
The inventors would also like to point out that all predictions were freely provided by noted Blueshirt Bulletin contributor, Dubi sycophant, FHF flame commenter and overzealous Ranger attack dog Prospect Park in the FHF comments section, and as such, we're going to do whatever the hell we want with them.
On with the predictions!!
Category One: The Offseason Moves
Prospect Park said: The Ranger gave their fans reasons to get excited about this up-coming season, the Habs just did nothing.
We say: Fair enough prediction when first made. The signings of big-game stud Chris Drury and assist machine Scott Gomez, the continued excellence of Henrik Lundqvist, Jaromir Jagr, and Brendan Shanahan, and the hoped-for development of kids like Marc Staal and Nigel Dawes had New York fans envisioning a long playoff run. Montreal's offseason of losing Sheldon Souray and signing lower-tier free agents did not look very promising.
Advantage: Prospect!
Prospect Park said: Ranger fans get to talk about adding Drury and Gomez while Hab fans get to talk about adding Roman Hamrlik and Bryan Smolinski.
Prospect Park also said: Rangers have Chris Drury throwing checks and scoring goals, Hab fans get to watch Hamrlik cash more of his paychecks than throwing checks
We say:Looked like it could be true for the reasons above. However...
Hamrlik immediately stabilised the second pairing on the Montreal defence with his steady play and cool head, and proved an excellent mentor to youngsters Ryan O'Byrne and Josh Gorges and a valuable partner to whomever he was placed with, from Doom and Markov all the way down to the Breezer.
Advantage: FHF!
Smolinski took some stick for his slow start, and the team seemed to play better when he was injured early on, but his late-season return gave the Habs a much-needed faceoff man and veteran presence in the room, and his playoff performance between Steve Begin and Montreal's free-agent steal Greek Lightning probably saved the team from the embarrassment of a first-round exit. He was consistent and money well-spent on a cheap one year deal.
Advantage: FHF!
Drury signed a 5 year, $32.5 million deal in the summer and went on to post 25 goals, 33 assists and 58 points in 82 games in the regular season and 3 goals and 3 assists in 10 playoff games. Gomez signed a 7 year, $51.5 million deal on the same day as Drury, and rewarded the Rangers with 16 goals and 54 assists for 70 points in 81 games and a further 11 points in the playoffs. Drury and Gomez ended the playoffs as the second and third line centres behind rookie Brandon Dubinsky. Perhaps if their output and impact on the Rangers had matched their enormous contracts, the Blueshirts would have placed higher than 5th in the conference, maybe even wresting home ice advantage away from their eventual conquerors in Pittsburgh.
Advantage: FHF!
Category Two: The Season
Prospect Park said: The Rangers will be playing meaningful games this season as the Habs will be playing for a lottery pick.
We say: Yep, the Rangers played exactly as many meaningful games as the Habs ... only not at all, since Montreal had a bunch of meaningful games to decide who would finish first overall in the East, and the Rangers didn't. As for the lottery pick ...
Advantage: FHF!
Prospect Park said: Ranger fans are looking at a number one seed in the playoffs, Hab fans a lottery pick that they will have traded away trying to get the 8th seed.
We say: The Rangers weren't even number one seed in the greater New York area. And the 8th seed was in the Bell Centre this spring, but only to get beat by the number one seed Canadiens.
Advantage: FHF!
Category Three: Management
Prospect Park said: Ranger fans will get to chant "We want the Cup", Hab fans will get to chant "Fire Gainey" (but you guys will do it in English and French)
We say: Rangers fans spent most of their time crying "we got screwed by the refs" and "Crosby is a diver". FHF and the rest of the Habs fans repeat the mantra "Trust in Bob."
Advantage: FHF!
Prospect Park said: Tom Renney has a shot at Coach of the Year, Hab Fans wish Guy Carbonneau would just disappear.
We say: While he's not perfect, Carbo made the Habs a more defensively responsible team, made nice with Kovalev, found room for younger players and let them play, and came up with some very good lines, not to mention the almost unbeatable lucky tie strategy. Oh, and he's a nominee for Coach of the Year.
Tom Renney spent the year being second guessed for his use of timeouts, the dismal Ranger powerplay, and his continued preference for veterans over kids. He was then outcoached by Michel Fucking Therien in the playoffs.
Advantage: FHF!
Category Four: The Future
Prospect Park said: The Rangers have said "The Future is Now and Tomorrow", The Habs say "The Future is Someday we just do not know when"
We say: Marc Staal is a star in the making. Brandon Dubinsky looked impressive at times. Nigel Dawes has his moments, and is an excellent little playmaker. But Jagr and Straka may bolt, Avery might be a goner, Shanahan looks done, and the Rangers defence doesn't scare anyone.
As for Montreal ... Big and Little Tits. Mad Max. Gui! Gui! Gui! Panger's Boy Chips. Rhino. Price and Halak. Grabs. All under the age of 25. Oh, and Higgins & Komisarek are both just 26. Saku and Kovy are still under contract, as is Hamr. Of their UFAs, only Mark Streit would be a huge loss.
Advantage: FHF!
Category Five: In conclusion
Prospect Park said: Rangers are headed towards the Stanley Cup, the Habs towards nowhere, their fans know it and that is why come next spring when you get to watch the Rangers and their fans partying all spring and summer long you guys will be crying about how much you hate the Rangers.
We say: Have you guys stopped crying about the refs yet? We're trying to get amped for the Battle of Pennsylvania here and the wailing is really fucking distracting.
Advantage: Well, you know. FHF!
Final Score: Prospect goes down faster than Ryan Hollweg turtled versus Josh Gorges. FHF 9, Prospect Park 1.
Right. Really nothing happened in the hockey world yesterday. The Conference Finals finally start tonight with the Fucking Ungrateful Little Fuckity-Fuck (FULF) heading into Detroit. FHF still working hard, day and night, scouring the strip clubs for inspiration for our season review. It's tough work. May take a while.
Bullet points for what you missed while dreaming of getting rid of the fucking black background so you can read this blog again without permanent eye strain...
Bob has his annual post-mortem press conference. He said nothing relevant or newsworthy. Habs may look for a big forward this summer. Don't we say that every year?
Team Canada plays like crap, still manage to beat USA 5-4 at the Double Eye. Heater got the winner in the final minute, as he and linemates Nash and Getzlaf continue to dominate;
Don Cherry set to be exposed to Americans, all six American hockey fans buy sunglasses.
Yes, yes, we're getting to the season review, we swear.
This is Czech (super?) model Simona Krainova. She dates Red Wings' center Jiri Hudler. The Red Wings open their series with the Stars on Thursday. That is all.
I love this off-season already. My mourning time is being reduced by the presence of Czech models.
What can you expect from a 20-year old? How much pressure can you put on a kid's shoulders, in the heartland of hockey, as this mad city rode shotgun with a young goalie who had barely obtained a license to drive?
Carey Price. 2o years old. Pause. Think of that for a moment.
He's done so much already, what more can we expect of this young phenom. Graduation from minors to juniors, World Junior Gold and MVP honors, Calder Cup Championship along with another MVP title, followed by a move up to the NHL and an anointment as the Canadiens' starting goaltender. He then defeats the Bruins in his first taste of NHL playoff hockey, shutting Boston out twice in the series the last one coming, incredibly, in the seventh and deciding game of the series.
It took him 18 months to accomplish all of this. He's tired now.
Montreal wanted a Stanley Cup but in the end it would be too much to ask from an overwhelmed Price.
It can’t be done at this speed. You have to mature into a certain mold before certain results may be expected from you.
Voice: BULLSHIT!
Me: What?
Carey: Huh?
Voice: I say bullshit! That’s what I said BULL-SHIT, BULL-SHIAT, BULLSHIZZLE!
Me: who the hell are you?
Voice: Who the hell am I? That's some crazy talk right there. Who do you think I am?
Me: I wouldn’t have asked had I known.
Carey: This guy’s a weird one.
Voice: Requiem, The Little Music of the Night. I’m Mozart goddammit.
Me: Mozart, shit, I thought that was you! What are you doing here?
Mozart: You know, HF4, I’m getting a bit peeved at this Price was too young thing going around. What the hell?
Carey: What do you mean?
Mozart: You’re 20 Carey. You know what life expectancy was when I was around? 40-45 years tops. By the time we were 25, we would be flashing our gold cards at the movies, people would be giving up their seats on the horse carriages for us, doctors were plunging their fingers in our asses by the time we were 13. I kind of liked that.
Carey: Wolfie, I’m barely…
Mozart: Don’t call me Wolfie, it sounds gay. Where’s my pocket mirror...
Carey: Amadeus, I’m like, barely an adult. This is HOCKEY WORLD.
Me: Seriouly Zart, this is the Mecca of hockey. Like people will stop whatever they’re doing 5 times a day, turn to their welfare cheques, kneel and pray to the ghosts.
Mozart: What’s your point?
Me: My point is that you can’t expect a kid to rise to these expectations.
Carey: Yeah Wolfgang, you can’t.
Mozart: Are you guys for real? Do you know what I was up to at the age of 4? Do you have any idea? I was writing full minuets and concertos for the emperor of Austria, that’s what. I would play that shit faultlessly. And my Dad was of no help either. He made David Archuleta’s father look like Kathy Lee Gifford. Go ahead and give the Williams' father a "Dad of the Year" t-shirt! My father's name was Leopold. LEOPOLD! Is that badass or what? The man was on my ass CONSTANTLY. “Finish the sonnet or no new skirt for you!” or “write that opera before you go to bed or you can forget about seeing that movie you like – ‘I’ll be Bach’, what a stupid line”. I loved Austrian actors...
Carey: Sounds rough. Mozart: You have no idea. Me: Times have changed Mozart, 20 is the new 3.
Mozart: That’s my point! At 3 years old I had already completed my first full opera, which today is widely regarded as one of the best pieces in musical history. 20? At 20 I was writing life altering music that has changed the face of the world. You hear me? The face of the world. Pressure? I had an empire threaten to cut my balls if one note sounded off-key, I had to deal with the threat of exile to Cyprus. Goddamn exile.
Carey: My hand wasn’t right.
Mozart: You have to be joking. I was composing notes of genius while juggling typhoid, syphilis, the plague and a fever that would make the sun stop for a glass of lemonade.
Carey: I don’t know, Ganger, try painting something with a sore hand. It doesn’t work. Those are my tools you know, my hands.
Mozart: Don’t get me started on the painting kid. Want to talk paint? You wanna see a drawing Picasso sent me when he was 4? You wanna see genius? Look at this:
Mozart: Now that’s child prodigy material right there. Look at the lines, they're so elegant, so subtle.
Carey: What are those bugs in the sky?
Me: You don’t know the media here Mozart, they’ll hang you out to dry if…
Mozart: Oh give it a break! Try writing music that changes History while a maniac named Salieri is conspiring to have you killed, stealing your money and your compositions and shagging your wife behind your back. I thought he was my friend. “Let me help you Mozart", "You’re a genius Mozart.” Asswipe, should have seen him coming. Fucker worked me to death.
Carey: You know I didn’t totally choke. I’m proud of some of my performances.
Mozart: Price, read my lips: I was THREE YEARS OLD and stroking the ivory blindfolded, upside down, under the piano, with my hands crossed and my back turned to the keys. That’s fucking art kid. That’s child freaking genius. Try playing upside down UNDER the damn piano. Your pits are pressed up against your face and you haven’t bathed in weeks, and you’re supposed to play music that reminds people of perched canaries. What do you think of those conditions kiddo? You’re playing to the gallery, to a king, an emperor, to the entire council. They don’t like it, you’re gonzo.
Carey: I guess I don’t know what real pressure is. I guess 20 years old isn’t that young.
Mozart: Pfff! 20! At 20, we had insurance companies batting down our doors pushing life insurance policies down our throats! You hit 22, 23, nobody wants to insure you anymore.
Carey: It told them I was tired, nobody listened to me. They just listened whenever they felt like it.
Mozart: Nobody listened to you? Trying having your best buddy not HEARING A SINGLE WORD YOU SAY! I would be like, “Yo, Beethoven, how does this sound?” And he’d be all oblivious and shit. For years I thought it was just his silent, tacit approval. Talk about misleading someone.
Carey: Those pads I ordered just before the playoffs. I hadn’t even broken them in. They felt so stiff.
Mozart: Carey, I’m directing 100 musicians for 4 hours in a 103 degree opera house with no AC, the occasional paper fan to cool me off, and I’m wearing the most constricting tights you’ve ever worn, a silk blouse that breathes as much as an old firefighter with emphysema and the biggest wig you’ve ever seen, like 40 pounds of hair collapsing over my head. That’s not exactly spa-treatment like conditions bud. Pads?!! I had tights going up to my tits and socks over them that ran up to my knees. Paint them in red and white stripes and I look like a character from a Dr. Seuss book. Green eggs and symphonies. I was like baroque Matisyahu.
Me: We gotta lay off the young guy excuse, Carey. Amadeus has a point.
Mozart: Fuck yeah, I have a point.
Carey: He’s got a point.
Me: What now? What will we say? How do you explain having gone down in 5?
Carey: I don't say a thing. I can't. I’ll say that next year, no excuses. I’m going Wolfgangbusters on your asses.
Mozart: That’s it Carey.
Carey: Rock me Amadeus.
Mozart: Now you’re talking.
Me: Ok, I’ll leave you two alone.
Amadeus is right. No excuses. It’s been done before. Roy, Dryden, Ward, Tiger Woods at Augusta, Sampras at the US Open at 17. I even hear Falco was, like, 5 when he wrote that epic song.
Bullet points for what you misse while having nightmares this black emo thing may never end...
Habs clean out their lockers. I always remember cleaning out my high school locker and finding a sandwich from 3 months earlier. That shit stank;
Many Habs are headed back to the ice for the Double Eye - Koivu, Pleks and Markov all head to their national teams. Belarussia already saw Grabs and the two Tits on the ice yesterday. I could spend all day making line names with those three;
Speaking of the Double Eye, the always exciting Canada-USA matchup goes today at 3 PM. Looks like the office-bound can watch on TSN.ca.
OK we've still got alot of work to do around here, what with the season reviewing and posting of hot chicks with tenuous relationships to hockey and such. So don't be a stranger.
The Four Habs Fans are four Habs fans. Three are from Montreal, though one of those is now stuck in the middle of the Red Mile. The other somehow grew up a Habs fan in the middle of Ontario Cottage Country, and now lives in Hogtown. They are all lawyers, so they are opinionated, and may or may not be assholes. HabsFan29 and HabsFan4 share season tickets (in the whites, they're not rich lawyers) so they can see the Habs suck in the flesh.
HabsFan29 is a lifelong Montrealer who decided the Four Habs Fans' email exchanges about the Habs were just too stupidly amusing and occasionally intelligent not to share with the world. The 29 is for the greatest (only?) Goalie-lawyer-PM candidate ever.
HabsFan4 pays tribute to one of the finest gentlemen ever to don a Canadiens sweater. This man had so much class he never needed the hockey skills to elevate him to the rank of Legend. But did he ever have them.
Panger76 is a Montrealer in Exile currently residing mere blocks from the Red Mile, yet whose passion for all things Canadiens has only embiggened with distance. A life-long Habs fan - with the exception of the Houle-Tremblay Era, when the Habs were dead to him - he worshipped at the altar of St. Patrick and still gets chills recalling the moment he met the greatest goal scorer of all time, the Great Number 9 Maurice "The Rocket" Richard.
HabsFan10 grew up watching Le Demon Blond on Radio-Canada with his unilingual English Dad in a WASPy little town in Maple Leafs country, at least until the playoffs each year, when he got to hear Danny Gallivan and Dick Irvin because the Leafs played on opposite nights (if they made the playoffs at all). Rick Middleton and Cam Neely sometimes haunt his dreams. He thinks Thurso, Quebec should be declared a national historical site. If you aren't sure what the 10 in HF10 stands for, you're on the wrong site, buster.
