Indifference: The Habs, dead. Us: Not giving a shit
Well, what happened last night was exactly what I feared for Game 1. It's worse now to have this occur in Game 2.
Picture this series like what you tell yourself when you go to the dentist: "It'll be over soon".
I hate everything about the Canadiens right now. I hate the way they've been coached. I hate the total lack of giving a shit espoused by the entire second line. Ship the two Kostitsyns out of this city pronto, far, far from our nightclubs and our women. Carey Price is so unstable I want to check him into the Douglas. The young D is scrambling its way into one lapse after the other. The Penalty Kill looks like a geometry class, a Bruin mission to carve out every single possible hypothenuse in the offensive zone.
I hate how the team can start out strong only to collapse into a numb shell after a single goal against. I hate how soft the Canadiens have become. I hate that the Lapierre line only has thuggery to show for after two games, and that Latendresse has not had a single interesting offensive incursion since this all began.
I HATE GEORGE LARAQUE ON THE FIRST LINE, AND I HATE BOB GAINEY EVEN MORE FOR PUTTING HIM THERE.
Where is Saku Koivu? Quote me folks, we are watching his last days in a Canadiens uniform and as much as it may pain me to say, it's time. For him, for us, for everyone. Bob Gainey? It's time. For him, for us, for everyone. How many rounds has this team won under Gainey? How many moral victories are we to absorb as redeeming realities?
No more. Let this series die as quickly as it began. Two more games of this almost hockey and we're done and can turn our attention towards something that is worth our while, and that may just include watching a mighty Bruins team throw its weight around for a couple more months.