Not living in Montreal anymore, I'm not sure if the city was awakened by torch-bearing mobs bearing pitchforks and burning effigies of Kerry Fraser and Bil McCreary. It seems like everyone - even Ottawa fans - have reason to fucking hate the crappy reffing display last night. (Although check out LDude's insightful commetns in this mornign's TMS in defence of Chris Neil's disallowed goal. Good points, but that call could be made on half the goals scored these days. And this is an admission from a goalie. Lap Dance to LDude anyway, just for quoting from the NHL rule book. Lawyers love that stuff.)
Of course, as Senators Lost Cajones admits, Ottawa still needed their goalie to steal a win. Sound familiar? Well it should - so no bitching about the outcome here. Every W has been unearned on this road trip, and the Habs have 8 of 10 points to show for it.
Mostly I'm in a forgiving mood - not just because my house is finally family free, but also because the return of the Little Giant has had at least two positive effects. First, it gives the Canadiens a legitimate second line and some much needed secondary scoring. Second, it give us an excuse to come up with yet another bizarre line nickname that you,too, can use to condescend to non-FHF reading Habs fans: the Giant Mexican Chicken Line.
Looking forward to your car-industry jokes in the comments. (Think acronyms.)