Tuesday, May 11, 2010
"The Canadiens are the cockroaches in Gary Bettman's basement"
-Habsfan10, in a post-game email last night
While I am not sure the Habs could survive a nuclear blast like your average cockroach (well, maybe Gill could), this metaphor is apt. Apt, I tell you! Put on your tinfoil hats for a second, kids. Bettman wants no part of the Habs beating his beloved Sid. He wanted no part of the Habs beating his beloved international superduperstar. Well, fuck him. The Habs are scurrying around in his basement refusing to go away. Sure, when the lights get turned on they go running back to the shadows, but they're always there. They just won't be exterminated, and hopefully it's pissing Bettman off. Good. Let's take a look at some of the insects from last night:
The queen bee - Squid. Who remembers when he couldn't find his scoring touch after he came back from injury? Me neither. Two more last night, giving him 11 for the playoffs, the league leader. He's scored almost half the Habs goals in this series. Normally, that can be cause for concern, but not in this case. He can score 100% of our goals for all I care. And I just love his attitude after he scores. Tiny little fist pump, then quickly acknowledge the passer. It's like "yeah, I scored, that's what I'm supposed to do. Now let's get back to work."
The worker bees - Pleks and Big Tits supporting Squid. Pleks' work in the faceoff circle (16 of 21) was a huge key to the game. And Tits had two excellent passes to get assists on both Squid goals.
The worker ant - PK Fucking Subban. Jesus Fucking Christ he's getting better. He's getting more comfortable. Last night, he led all players with 29:11 of ice time. That included 4:32 on the PP and 5:37 on the PK. AND on the ice for the final minute as the Habs nursed that one goal lead. Defensive liability my ass. I saw him hound Sid down low for a good 15 seconds at one point, not giving him anywhere to go. He was +2 for the night. I'm imagining a Vodkov-Subban pairing next year tearing up the league, and it's making me moist.
Larvae in a cocoon - CHicken and Métro have not been heard from in a while. Maybe one of them will emerge a butterfly in Game 7. Alternatively, Little Tits could sit on the bench as well as either of them.
The pest you love to have on your own team - Mad Max. He still does some stupid things sometimes, but dammit he's playing the pest card well. And last night he added a highlight-reel goal. And besides being pest-y, he and his linemates (Dominitrix and Pyatt) just keep working and working. Third line heroics are always a playoff key. We're getting them.
The pest you want to crush with your foot, really squish him into the ground to make sure he never gets up - Sidney Crybaby. I don't give a fuck what Pens fan shows up around here and whines (like their hero) that "you're just jealous" or "Sid complains only because he is constantly taking abuse and not getting calls." STFU, Pens fan. Admit Sid is a whiny little bitch. Watch him yap at the refs at the end of every period. Watch him cross-check Pleks for no reason after the game is over. And then yap at Gorges, and then at the refs even more! That is not captain behaviour.
See you for Game 7. By the end, may the cockroaches be in Bettman's kitchen.
Posted by HabsFan29 at 11:01