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Sunday, January 09, 2011

Um... Holy shit?! Game Recap: Habs 3 - Bruins 2

(I'll admit it, this was the look on my face when the game when into OT... Pass the humble pie)

With about 5 minutes left in the game, I turned to Mr. LG77 and started brainstorming ideas for what to write for today's game review. I even got a good chunk of my section to make frowny faces at the TV time out so that I could post it as the game picture. We started to sketch out the broad lines of an open letter to the Habs' coaching staff or a ransom note for our offence...

And then, well, the Habs scored a goal. No big deal, there's no way we'll score in the last minute of the...

And then, well, the Habs tied the fucking game and sent it to OT for the 4th straight game.

And then, well, the Habs won the fucking game.

I'm still in shock, as are the legions of Bruins fans who attended last night's game. At first, they were like Leafs fans: crawling all over the place like gnats, prone to nonsensical chanting, douchey posturing and, worst of all, shitfaced off $10.10 (fucking TVQ increase) beers by the time the puck finally dropped.

Boston, I expected more from you.

During the game, at least, you were well behaved. You were even very loud during both Bruins goals... so much so that I think the spotlight guy got confused for a few seconds as he briefly turned on the spotlight to follow Patrice Bergeron around after his second goal.

But then, well the unthinkable happened: Bruins fans were stunned to see that their team was collapsing right before their eyes... Habs fans were stunned to see that their team was manning in the fuck up right before their eyes.

And then, when Max-Pac scored in OT, well... I'll let you see it for yourself:


You can hear me saying "quesséça" and "câlice" and Mr. LG77 and I discussing the Habs' lack of speed through the neutral zone... followed by my bloodcurdling scream, right before I clicked on the wrong button on my iPhone and shut it off (before quickly turning it back on again).

You'll also see a bit of the post-goal scrum that ensued. The game recap over at nhl.com seems to want to say that Max-Pac shoved Chara and that's what started the scrum. Doubt it, but I can see why they would put that in as part of their "Dirty, Cheapshot Habs" narrative.

For what it's worth, all of the Boston fans to whom I spoke said that they were impressed at how well Habs fans were treating them... especially the ones who got a bunch of Canadian Club (natch) shots from my friends and I after the game, while they were sitting at their table, quietly and solemnly nursing their yard 'o beer.

As we said to them: Gentlemen, we feel your pain. We understand the collapse. But for now: SUCK IT BITCHES, THE DIRTY Bs LOST! HA!!!! WOOOO!!!! OLÉ OLÉ OLÉ!! PLAN THE FUCKING PARADE, ad nauseam, ad infinitum.

I hope this is a sign of good things to come for the Habs and that they'll use this win to build some momentum. Based on the first 55 minutes of play (in which Price was hung out to dry, again) I'm not sure. Yes, they outshot the Bs, but none of those shots really tested Timmeh Thomas as much as they could have/should have. And 4 OTs in a row now? The fact that the games are so close isn't necessarily a good sign for the Sainte Flannelle, mes amis...

But, hey, for now, we'll savour our 2 points over the Bs and move on to the next game, bracing ourselves for another collapse, hoping that, instead, the Habs may find a way to get momentum back on their side.