10, You're Picking my Lotto-Max Numbers this Friday: Habs: PLAYOFFS, BABY, Hawks get a point (OT)

HF10, brainstorming for his next game preview...

Ladies and Gentlemen, when people ask me why I still watch hockey even though it makes me bi-polar/depressive/insane, I will forever point to THIS hockey game as the reason why.

Last night's game was exciting, fun-to-watch hockey. Fairytale ending for a Habs team that has had to overcome (more than) its fair share of strife this season. A goaltending duel at its finest, involving Montreal's adopted son and Châteauguay's, well, ACTUAL son! Big Tits was throwing his big 'ol titties around, making some truly nifty passing plays. Squid seems to be determined to hit 20 goals this season no matter what.  The Mysterious Martin Mixmaster seems to have finally come up with lines that actually work and provide us with sustained momentum (Merci DarCHe Vader).  Heck, even Gomez was playing like the second coming of Alex Kovalev: inconsistent at best during the regular season; turns on Mr. Fusion and brings the DeLorean past 88 mph when the offseason is nigh. 

A sure sign of the apocalypse: reports indicate that Chocula was fucking smiling and chuckling after the game. I haven't seen picture evidence, so I still don't believe it.

The story about Marty Turco and his bet with a fan, even if it's totally made up, just adds to the awesomesauce that was last night's game.

Plus, would ya look at that? Only 3 goals were scored in the entire game, but it was a MUCH better game than, for example, the 8-1 blowout in Minny. Are you listening, Mr. Bettman?? More goals ain't the answer, but a total lack of bullshit thuggery improves the game dramatically.  DO GOVERN YOURSELF ACCORDINGLY.

It wouldn't be one of my posts if I didn't point out some of the parts that are, IMHO, cause for pause... The Habs would have lost that game without Pricey in the 3rd period when they stopped goddamn skating once again. The reffing in this league is still fucking bush league as seen by the hella suspect call against Toews (much like many other non-calls/phantom calls throughout the game against both teams). The Giant Mexican Chicken was reunited when I prefer the Giant Mexican Dark Lord (I think that line needs a grinder, and that they have played better with Darche than with Pouliot). Finally, the Hawks still seemed to have better in-game coaching adjustments to the Habs' stock plays. 

But, hey, we're in the playoffs, unlike the Hated Leaf.  I will totally STFU and enjoy this feeling right now.

As a final note: If the Canadiens franchise ever makes what would be the most brain-dead move since Roy and moves either PFK or Jeebus Price away from this city, I hereby pledge that there that there will be one (or, heaven forbid, two) fewer teams for me to hate in the league. 

Even if it's the Leafs, Flyers or... *shudder* the Bruins.

Because that, my friends, is the power of the BROMANCE:



No, this is NOT Photoshopped. See, even the Bell Centre lighting dudes KNOW that the Bromance is 4-eva!!!1!!
Taken by the lovely and talented @amanada11 .  Follow her on Twitter, folks!

PLAYOFFS, BABYYYYY!!  And as we learned last year, anything is possible as of next week...

Edited to add: This awesomesauce video, posted in comments by iRiRi. 

Further edited to add media whoring update: Y'all should really listen to Homerun today on CBC Radio One at 3:10.  They're going to have some chick on that show who really knows what she's talking about when it comes to the Habs and hockey... *cough*