There isn't much to say.
Habs were up with roughly five minutes to go in the game. All seemed well.
The Canadiens then drew a penalty and Carey Price did what goalies do, THEY LEAVE THE NET FOR THE EXTRA ATTACKER.
Then sub-performing defenseman Ryan O'Byrne engaged in a foot race with Doug Weight, who is now in his ninetieth year. Ryan beat dead Weight to the puck and then fired it into his own net, because he wanted to throw it back to Carey. You know, because Carey is this awesomely smooth skating attacker who could glide to the blue line and deliver this perfect outlet pass to one of the forwards waiting to break in alone on Norm Madconald. Oh yeah, I totally see it, amazing idea, NO!, GENIUS!
A Carey in the crease, there wasn't. The puck made its incredulous path towards the gaping net and the game was suddenly tied on the own goal. And Ryan Esco'byrne was born.
Just a quick word for Esco':
Ryan, hola.
Ryan, besa mi culo, puto.
Ryan, baboso, hijo de puta, tu eres más feo que el culo de un mono.
Ryan, hueles a mierda .
Ryan, cago en tu leche.
Chinga usted.
