Well, we either didn't see the game or we're too fucking pissed at losing to the Bruins to fucking review it. Don't worry, you black and gold wearing fuckers. You'll fucking get yours in the fucking playoffs.
HF4- Hold it right there, HF10!
Before we ask the Bruins to collectively suffocate on the smell of their own farts, let's not forget how the Habs made Chara look like Charo for a couple of periods.
Let's not forget how Halak played one of his better games this season, square to the puck, round in the bum cheeks.
Let's not forget how the power play is starting to look like the menace it has been for the last 2 years. Let's not forget that I would still welcome Vincent Lecavalier on this same power play with molasses all over my body.
Let's not forget that Tomas Plekanec is starting to look like that slightly better than not too shabby center we saw last season. Let's not forget that we would ship his ass to Tampa for Vinny Lecavalier, Romanian container style (in return we would get one container holding Vinny and another containing the molasses).
Let's not forget that the Habs held Patrice Bergeron off the score sheet last night, which required a total team effort.
Let's not forget that Harry Sinden will never be a member of the Montreal Canadiens and that no matter how well he plays for the team Marc Savard will be devising schemes to urinate in Sinden's ears for as long as he remains a Bruin.
Let's not forget that Benoit Brunet's laugh during broadcasts will soon land him the role of the Count on Sesame Street. "Quel but de Guillaume, son troisième but, trois buts, HA HA HA!"