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Wha? What? Oh, the Habs played a hockey game last night? I vaguely remember something involving ice and a puck, but, honestly, a gigantic wave of sleepy hit me at about 7:41 PM and didn't let up until this morning's coffee.
What I do remember from my lap cat-induced coma is that the game did pick up some steam after the end of the dismal first. And I seem to have hallucinated something involving cleaning products... Could it be??!!
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| Mr. Clean gets rid of listless playing/And helps score in just a minute! Mr. Bauld will clean your whole team/And all of the players on it/Mr. Bauld, Mr. Bauld, Mr. Bauld! |
Behold the Magical Cleaning Powers of Mr. Bauld: He makes a crazy wraparound save on Cory Stillman. Less than a minute later, on the rush created by this save (and excellent rebound direction/control), the Habs put pedal to the metal and never looked back. Heck, the Habs actually managed to get two points out of a dismal, boring-ass game, even though they NEVER win those...
While I wouldn't say that Mr. Bauld is singlehandedly responsible for finally scrubbing the Mexican-American rust off a certain tiny captain-like organism, the Gio-Pleks-Patch line is finally showing promise that maybe, just maybe, the Habs may be developing the kind of Number One line that we've always dreamed of seeing on the ice.
Of course, that will end once the Habs go on a two game losing streak (Superbowl Plague Weekend of Death is right around the corner, everyone) that makes Chocula hit Control-Alt-Delete on his line combos... But for now, I'll enjoy wins on back-to-back nights.
Thanks to the power of Mr. Bauld, no one will care come April that two of our points came while we (the fans and, for a time, the players on the ice) were bored to tears when they were earned.
