All business. Ditto to you, Mr. Subban.
But, dude. I don't think anyone, even the people who called for the Habs in 7 games (the most optimistic prediction I heard last week), called for Nos Glorieux to go up 2-0 on the Bs after the first two games in their own barn.
I would continue waxing rhapsodic about the seriously awesome attitude coming from the room (embodied by Carey's mathematical observation linked above), but I don't have enough space to link to every single video that I've watched over the past few days. Suffice it to say that this is a quietly confident team, whose confidence is building by the second.
Someone (either on twitter or something I heard) said that the Habs are a team that "gets" the playoffs. They have all, to a man (not including chickendudes) elevated their respective games to a level that allows them not only to compete, but to friggin' dominate a team that everyone, myself included, thinks is a better team on paper.
Mssrs. Gainey and Goat, you have clearly built a team that is designed for the playoffs, from the players, down to the (I'll admit it) coach. I may not love this style of hockey, but it gets the job done. Still don't love the Count Chockula, but today, I will say: "Chapeau, monsieur Martin." I honestly didn't think that you and your system had this in you.
That's not to say that I haven't found stuff to worry about... I hope that the problems that plagued the "Mr. Hyde" Habs have been banished for good. I hope that, if Claude Julien decides that Timmeh should really be stuffing his face with Bell Centre hot dogs and that, to quote Our National Buffoon, "Task" starts in nets for the Bs on Monday, that he doesn't play like the second coming of Cam Ward. After all, I wouldn't put it past any of the Bs to go all Justin Williams on Gionta... It would be mild compared to the some of the other shit that they've pulled this year.
But I'll stop worrying on this rainy Sunday morning in Montreal. As far as I'm concerned, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and I think there are rainbows and ponies off in the distance.
2 may not be 4. But on this Sunday morning, it feels pretty darned good. Tomorrow's gonna be all kinds of Epic.
