Montreal Canadiens vs New York Rangers
March 16, 2010, by Homme De Sept-Iles
Musings and In-Game Scribbles
My English is as good as yours, I just write these in a stream-of-consciousness mode that I insist excuses me from small things like rules of grammar or general etiquette. Let’s call it conversational English, hopped up on beans. You know what kind of beans (no, Carl Mellesmoen, not the magic ones).
Montreal Canadiens () visit New York Rangers ()
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Game Seventy-One (score posted following scribbles)
Missed it? Musings capture the game in writing. Based on the RDS telecast, Musings take about 20 minutes to read. More detailed than an article, fresher than a looping highlight and good with morning coffee.
When the barometer drops (or whatever) and the sky tilts to the evening flower and spring is a turning page in a glossy kitchen calendar, my teen shag carpet trudge imprints recall the melting, the breathing, the bicycles and the dead hoar-frost scoring.
New York Rangers. And it’s 1986 all over again.
Yeah, yeah. Ok.
Montreal is in seventh place but it’s a 21st century illusion; a points-total fattened by two games more played than their East Conference rivals. What an awkward sentence.
Rangers have a game in hand with 13 left to play to Montreal’s 12. Montreal leads Rangers 76 to 71 points in the standings. It’s a must game. They’re all must games. At any point. It just gets said ad nauseum at this late-season point.
Jaroslav Halak and Henrik Lundqvist, each his home nation’s goalie for international competition, are the starters tonight.
New York Rangers. And it’s 1986 all over again. For a night.
Tieless Tuesday and Jacques Demers has a white or off-white cream turtleneck. They shouldn’t make these guys wear suits. Sweaters or cool armour might be more appropriate. White chain-mail. What would your King have said?
And the Canadiens don’t play this Thursday.
Yerr Rangers. It’s a spring thing.
First Period
Scott Gomez trio starts. Artem Anisimov starts for New York. Early shot by Gomez is blocked by Anisimov.
Camera is some distance from the rink. Greater distance than normal. Focused that way, perhaps.
Tom Pyatt, Andrei Kostitsyn and Tomas Plekanec are on next. Tepid but lively crowd.
Pace is equally languid.
Rangers make a non-committal possession of about four seconds in the Montreal corner to Halak’s left.
Travis Moen line hops on, bones and lunchboxes.
Halak secures a puck behind his net. Leaves it for Montreal defenceman Josh Gorges. Up through the neutral zone.
Pace is slow.
Finally New York’s Erik Christensen shows some interest and takes it in himself beating two Habs down the right side.
Maxim Lapierre line is next. Glenn Metropolit centring.
Lapierre gets a shot just inside the Ranger blue line. Shot is stopped easily and the Rangers mount a rush that ends in a holding call against New York forward Brandon Prust.
Tortorella has one of those complex coach expressions in response. A mix of belief, disbelief, incredulity, humour and “what am I doing here?”
Gomez line is the first wave. But centre Metropolit takes Benoit Pouliot’s usual place. This guarantees a higher chance of winning a faceoff should Gomez be chased from the circle for a faceoff infraction.
Gomez wins this one. To the point. Markov. Shot. In.
Slapshot. Deflected off Metropolit.
Montreal 1, New York 0
Winning is just as habitual as losing. Yeah, I know. But it applies. Is a sunrise a cliché?
Metropolit is nodding on the bench.
Tortorella looks on with narrowing vision. His black and grey outfit adds to the evil cathedral effect. He deserves a better organization than the Rangers and Lightning (his previous team).
Gaborik has it behind the Montreal net. Two Rangers. Bump and weeble and the puck goes up around the boards.
Rangers re-enter. Prospal’s stick breaks.
Markov sends a pass through the neutral zone; it’s a puck designed to buy line-change time. Rangers correspond.
Regroup. Gilroy carries it up.
Rangers have a very unconcerned demeanour.
Canadiens are in danger of relaxing into the Madison Square Armchair. Stars paid like capped workers. But they still effect the attitude of stars. Like circus performers, too many Rangers think one trick every ten minutes is enough. Who could change that culture? Could one person?
It’s time for Danielle Sauvageau’s NHL coaching debut. Related or otherwise.
It’s dark in MSG. Dark as the peanut shell-littered back of the circus tent. Where are the elephants? (I’ll tell you where).
We resume.
Jokinen is on the ice. Bouchard is saying that this team has too much talent (to be where they are in the standings right now). It’s always the way with the Rangers. They’re like the Argos were in the seventies. Lots of stars, lots of big signings and publicity splash. Not a lot of yardage.
Sergei sends Tomas in on the left. Kostitsyn to Plekanec. Excellent 25-foot diagonal entry pass. Plekanec slapped it on crossing the line. Stoppage results.
Faceoff to Lundqvist’s right. Canadiens get about three seconds of control.
Back out. And in again. Moore; sudden circle. Shot. Nope.
Hamrlik keeps it in on the point.
Spacek does the same on the other end. Rangers are standing around. It looks like a power-play. Boy, the Rangers are killing their hoarse-peeps. I have nothing but respect (or something) for a true Ranger season ticket-holder.
Brunet says Jody Shelley’s recent turnover was abominable. Epouvantable comes up in French conversation far more than abominable does in English. Now this could be explained a number of ways. I’d most want to hear Isaac Asimov or Kurt Vonnegut’s explanations.
My explanation? The word is not as powerful (colloquially) in French as it is in English.
Gionta line is on.
Jokinen is working. He carries on as if someone promised to pay him for today’s game or something.
Rozsival now. To Gaborik. More interest from the Rangers.
Briefcase team. I mean who talks and who listens on that bench? Can you imagine being a captain in New York? (It’s Chris Drury these days; an admirable admiral.)
Someone wrote earlier this week that the Koivu and Kovalev version of the team was a team of two solitudes. How pebbled were our briefcases? Today’s teams go to their expensive cars and drive to their individual destinations.
Few stoppages in play.
Puck is trapped behind Lundqvist. Three Rangers. Three Habs.
Refs allow it to continue. And it does.
Holding about six seconds later. Gionta.
So. Don’t wake them up. Let them seep slowly away. Water on a sand dune. Hmm. Maybe hour-glass in an ocean is better.
For now, the Canadiens have to kill the penalty. Moore and Sergei are the kill pairing.
Rangers are getting close to wilting. It’s ugly. And it’s affecting the Canadiens. Puck goes out of play.
Rangers are making this game go away.
Gomez is on briefly and his success forces the puck out and allows a third kill pairing for Montreal. This time it’s Pyatt with Plekanec. Where’s Moen (he’s usually on with Plekanec in these situations).
Rangers are bristled out twice.
Three times.
My live-in affiliate returns home and is informed that the Rangers are exemplifying indifference tonight.
Power-play ends with Gaborik working to get it over the left side blue line. He does but the puck goes out of play soon afterward.
Assistant coach Kirk Muller is forced to be interviewed during the action now. RDS’ Renaud Lavoie is at the Montreal bench. What a useless gesture. The media needs to get the duck out of that blazing area.
Canadiens go to the power-play now.
They struggle behind the net. About five players.
To the point.
To the side of the net. To the slot. Gionta can’t get enough on it. Side-pass was from Metropolit. Lundqvist stops play.
Canadiens win the faceoff. They are forced to regroup. Gorges starts out. Up the right side. Plekanec. Brakes and sends it back to the blue.
Canadiens keep it in. There is little effort required.
Four passes. Five. Six. Seven. Rangers are embarrassing. New York defenceman Wade Redden is working down low but the other three dudes are mailing it in. Canadiens can’t generate a shot, though.
Penalty ends.
Montreal centre Dominic Moore is on.
Sergei loses a puck in the neutral zone.
Defenceman Ryan O’Byrne has it behind the Montreal net.
He waits and then sends it up when challenged.
Moore goes in offside. And he ends his shift.
Metropolit takes a faceoff and loses it.
From the neutral zone the Canadiens send it in.
Lapierre gets some brief control on the boards. About three seconds of wonder. He is so done. What he had early in his tenure with the Canadiens cannot be recreated on this team. He used to have tenacity and his speed made him an offensive x-factor; the occasional scoring chance. Now, no longer.
Play stops after a backhander by Pouliot. Gionta is upended and then sticks his agitator. Michal Rozsival. It’s all done with little animosity and the two return to their respective benches.
And, of course, no whistle. Two vets logic.
Period ends soon afterward.
Montreal leads on shots, 9-6.
First Intermission
Montreal 1, New York 0
A La Une. Francois and Alain. Francois is at the Garden. They discuss the head-shots issue. Alain says that there are two discussions. Old players and the media. Old players say removing the head shot will remove the contact in hockey. Media say that they should get rid of the head shots.
Gagnon says that they need to remove the head shot and that the game will still retain hitting.
Me? Old players are part of the hierarchy of the NHL and they are not well-suited to make sound decisions that benefit the on-ice product. They grew up in the culture of violence and fools’ theories that are used to defend things like fighting, dirty play and yes, head shots. Those traditionalists can’t be trusted to run this league anymore. Ignore them.
Gagnon adds that he is not a prophet of peace rather today’s players are stronger and faster and it just makes sense to protect all of them from the head-shots and for the league to get tough.
Agreed.
Are we done yet? What stamina the screaming cave-boys have. How many people died believing the earth is flat? How many were killed for believing it is round? Persecuted, whatever.
Wasting our time, y’all. Wasting our time.
But the progressives and logicians amongst the league’s incognoscenti will need a special patience to continue guiding the league towards more sensible waters. Wish them luck. Most of those aren’t from Ontario.
This is another reason it’s sad that Bob is done. He was one of the few voices of reason on the GM level. And because he had the hockey Oxford equivalent, they had to listen; he couldn’t just be dismissed.
I wonder how Pierre is making out?
The other issue this week, of course, is the Ovechkin hit and the hit on Crosby. I am so ill from the high numbers of morons drawn to this discussion that all I will say is; apply logic and draw your conclusions.
If you have any emotions or lack of reason on this topic, don’t bother talking to me about it. Maybe read an article on logical fallacies.
Goons abound.
Renaud Lavoie interviews Glenn Metropolit. Tries to joke with him and comes off creepy. Lieutenant Hauk. Metropolit waves off an accidental Gretzky comparison and we are set.
Second Period
Montreal 1, New York 0
Gomez versus Anisimov on the faceoff. Whistle goes quickly. Faceoff is to Henrik’s left.
Gionta sends a pass to the slot but Pouliot doesn’t brake to make a play on it. Looked a bit too calm on it.
O’Byrne has it behind his net. Up the left boards. Rangers rumple the nylon. Strange shot or pass to the slot. Halak isn’t severely tested.
It was off a turnover.
Moore is on. Faceoff is to Halak’s left. Gill and Gorges are on now, too.
Puck leaves the Montreal zone.
Christensen comes up with a puck. Sloppy. Montreal avoids. But they can’t avoid the next sequence. Puck went to the opposite point. Shot. In. Avery gets the credit. He’s been mild tonight. Unnoticeable. Til now. Not sure if there was a deflection.
New York 1, Montreal 1
Metropolit line follows.
Rangers are wearing their skates now. Just under three minutes elapsed.
Rangers chase the Canadiens through the neutral zone with conviction.
Habs get a point blast.
Next possession is Montreal’s along the boards. Gomez and Gionta work to contain the puck to Lundqvist’s left. It doesn’t last.
On the other end Anisimov shot from the hash, falling against the boards, goes up into the darkness of the arena.
Rangers win the faceoff.
Rangers do-dirt forward Sean Avery is hit in the face by a stick. Andrei Kostitsyn. Accidental. Avery exaggerates it. Houde and Brunet agree that there was plenty of acting on the play. Sean Unsavery. Keepin’ it goin’ all his damn life long.
Rangers can’t set up for the first thirty seconds.
Drury is on. But Gomez is driving one-on-one and gets right to the net and nearly forces it all in. Goalie, defender and puck. Close, close, close. He remembers his time with New York.
Moore is on next for the PK.
Rangers are still circling and trying to get in. They finally do, dumped in, but Moore shovels it from the corner. Rangers get on it on the opposite side.
Forward Ryan Callahan turns it over with a thoughtless pass to the slot.
Fifteen seconds left in the penalty as the Rangers exit yet again.
Weber gets a dangerous shot from the circle. Goes high. (Who’s Weber? What. Someone, then.)
Rangers are more tensile as the penalty ends. Spaces are closing as they would in a Buffalo game. Quickly.
Rangers are finally awake. Popcorn finished, they look up from their programs and start asking about relevant players. Hey, is that Jack Lemaire? Is that King Dryden?
Well, in MSG, it has to be enough. The days of Big Bad John are over. When were the Rangers ever a model organization. I mean for some serious length of time. Like five years. That lack of question mark is purposeful, moke.
Whistle.
How does the ice in MSG always manage to look like camels danced here the night before?
Faceoff is to Lundqvist’s right.
Gomez wins it.
Back for Hamrlik.
Gomez has it on the end-boards. Stands stiff and keeps it. Then is knocked down and loses it.
Dubinsky has it in the slot for New York. Spins and falls.
Canadiens respond with a rush of their own.
Pouliot is working in the slot. Against four guys (squared). Whistle. Holding.
Houde says that John Tortorella’s body language is the best in the league.
Anisimov is called. He is shaking his head as he towels off in the penalty box (his face, his face). What a joke. Replay shows that he was guilty. Why shake your head? Who are you learning from?
Canadiens control. Move it around.
Shot. Ping. Off the post. Markov. Deflected by Kostitsyn. Off the cross-bar and right over Lundqvist’s ducking head.
Dubinsky is in alone. Two Canadiens watch. Dubinsky watches, too; puck rolls off his stick.
Gomez exits on the right side. Gionta was offside. Houde was impressed by that exit.
Whistle.
Puck is fired down after the Rangers win the faceoff.
Forty seconds in the penalty as Gomez circles around looking for a way in for his team.
After ten seconds they get in but are out quickly.
One final segment. Puck to Spacek for a point shot. Pass attempt along the blue line follows. Missed and the Rangers are out.
Gaborik is on. Has it at the hash. Behind the net. Out.
Eight and a half minutes and the Canadiens are starting to struggle with the Rangers.
Plekanec line is on now. Whistle. We get a shot of downtown New York.
Darude echoes through this old edifice. We see a shot of some of the patrons. Coupla guys in suits are talking. One guy is acting as if he’s going to be alive for centuries and of gaining importance all the while.
Someday, this league will be mine. Well, congratulations, Lestat.
Faceoff to Lundqvist’s right. Chase-out. Rangers get a draw on the draw.
They eventually exit. Gaborik has it. Cross-ice pass fails. Then some board-work also fails for New York.
Canadiens send it in for a line-change. Hamrlik.
Gionta line is next.
Gomez is working at the hash. To Markov. Shot. Wide.
Canadiens keep it in. Gionta and Pouliot in the corner. Gomez watches from behind the net and then joins in. Rangers move it out.
This line stays on. O’Byrne and Markov keep it in.
Rangers go the other way. Avery curls in and over. Fires. Dangerous shot; going left, shooting right. But it goes just wide of the net. Outside Halak’s left post.
Five minutes left in the period.
Moen takes it in on the right side. Accelerates. Cuts to the net, covered all the while. Light backhand and then he falls to the ice and hits the end boards. He’s up and collecting his glove and the play is whistled.
Brunet says that Ranger forward Olli Jokinen (the former Florida Panther captain) will be a free agent, unrestricted, at the end of next season. Or is it this season.
Of course I think he would be a great fit in Montreal. Tough. Talented. Polite. Of course.
Ryan Callahan leads a three-on-three. Cuts to the middle. Tries a pass. Eventual turnover.
Icing follows by Montreal.
Metropolit is discussing something with Shelley. Metropolit is irritated. Shelley is a villainous sort but we aren’t shown the replay to see what happened.
Boyle and Metropolit collide in the corner. Bumper-cars. Canadiens exit.
Rangers regroup. They generate a long shot.
There have been no quality chances by either team for most of this period.
I blame the Rangers. I blame the Canadiens.
Two and a half minutes left.
Pace is increasing. Gill mugs someone on the boards. Canadiens are doing the board work in their zone.
And now they are doing it in the other end. Pouliot and Gionta.
The work results in a penalty against the Rangers. Brunet says it was stupid of the Rangers. Prospal hacked Pouliot’s stick in half. Brunet remarks that Pouliot was doing nothing dangerous; there was no need for that one (one that prevents a goal is a better one).
Twenty seconds into the power-play, the Canadiens are called for hooking as they chase a cleared puck. Andrei Kostitsyn. Lost the puck to Drury. And hooked him. Now who does that remind me of.
Yeah. Kovy. Bad habit.
Four-on-four. Dumb penalty.
Dumb is dumb on this site. But listen to some football announcers this fall, the American ones. You’ll find that certain announcers only use “dumb” when referring to black players. It’s sickening. But a fascinating kind of social gruesome. You have to pick a few announcers and watch about 10 games to get the evidence to a presentable level. Presentable as an essay, say. Just takes a while to gather the evidence.
Don’t listen to denials. Lying should be a prosecutable offence.
Sergei leads a sudden three-on-one. Keeps. Shoots. Stopped. Rebound. Can’t get the stick on. Nobody.
Not much more.
Period buzzes down.
Canadiens outshoot the Rangers 18-5. Most were harmless.
Second Intermission
Montreal 1, New York 1
Something is wrong, mussed, with Alain’s hair.
Joel is at the digital pulpit. He reviews some of the period’s plays.
His conclusion; Canadiens dominated but it’s still 1-1. Joel showed some cool stuff. He always does. Details and hockey instruction.
Moore interviewed by Lavoie. Yuk. Yuck off. What could be worse? Lavoie interviewing Pyatt, I suppose. Gelinas I can take over Lavoie. Lavoie and Moore are just in their own special drawers. One French. One English.
Third Period
New York 1, Montreal 1
Martin’s hair looks dry yet has stayed in exact place to this point. What is he using? Hair spray? Will power? His suit and tie (dark suit, electric pink-red striped tie) is his best effort of the season, as well. Bravo.
Penalty ends without a shot.
Rangers are just milling casually here and there. Luxury on the St. Lawrence. Mittens with your girlfriend at Nathan Phillips Square.
Pouliot misses an empty net. Gionta dives like a 2K dude but swings to miss. Another chance gone. Stays in. shot from the point. Nope. And it all ends. Rangers follow with about twenty milky seconds in Montreal ice.
Avery is on. Sergei is on for Montreal.
Moen forces his way in. Gets a puck to the slot. Nearly causes problems for the Rangers.
Montreal defenceman Jaroslav Spacek loses the puck to New York’s Brandon Prust behind the net. And then doesn’t do anything to make up for it.
Now Spacek finds a different puck and sends a pass up. Rangers keep it in.
Spacek now dives and remains inert on his stomach to Halak’s left. Another good play. It’s as if he heard my dismal keystrokes. Blocked off all paths to the net for the puck from that angle.
Metropolit takes a faceoff to Halak’s right.
Rangers have to regroup. They send a puck long and it’s called icing.
Gomez takes the faceoff against Brian Boyle. Wins it but a Ranger winger sneaks in to steal the puck behind Gomez. Rangers aren’t able to create a possession form the steal.
Rangers don’t care.
Canadiens have to make them pay.
Gaborik gives it to Pouliot. Shot goes high. So does Houde’s voice. That was Montreal’s thirty-first shot on goal. Plus the ones that missed the net. Shots that missed the net. I can’t help but find that stat irritating. I know it’s an indicator and helpful and all that but it just irritates me. Why weren’t we informed of this in the seventies? And it measures ineptitude of a kind that … well, is damning.
Moen on the boards in the Rangers zone. Cycles it. Now it’s in the slot. Sergei. Two other Habs. They work. Shot. Space widens. Next one could be in.
And it is.
Can’t see.
Replay shows that the pass went to Sergei.
He waited. Then he shot it off a Rangers skate. Four Rangers flubbing about in the slot. That is just unconscionable. They’ve given up.
Montreal 2, New York 1
Just under fourteen minutes in the game.
Darche line is on. Puck goes to the corner. Halak is up and alert. Stick slightly off the ice and glove up. Heightened stork pose. Now he hunkers lower as the puck goes around the back of the net.
And he can relax. Puck moves out.
Gionta line is next.
Rangers are showing signs. Two or three players are semi-interested in the scoreboard.
Pouliot down the right side. Pass to the slot finds Gionta Backhand shot. Stopped. Nothing more.
Gill and Gorges are on. Gorges is in front of the cage. Now he goes to the boards to support. Seconds later he scoops a puck and sends it around the net. Canadiens exit.
Rangers are retrieving. Dan Girardi golfs it out. Montreal has it in the neutral zone.
Moore is circling back in his own zone. Fires it around his own net.
Now Prospal, Gilroy and Staal are working passes in their own semi-circle to move it out. They advance it but can’t retain control.
Lapierre is on. Inn the corner. Sends it too far for Darche.
Lines change yet again.
Quick changes for Montreal.
Pouliot line got some long shifts in the first and second periods so Martin is likely getting a bit of freshness from his third and particularly his fourth line (Montreal tends to dress four forward lines; two wingers and a centre per line; to go with three defensive pairings).
First two lines, your top six, are typically scoring lines. Third line is a defensive or shut-down line and the fourth line is the so-called energy line.
Gomez, Gionta and Pouliot. Plekanec, Andrei Kostitsyn and Tom Pyatt. Those are Montreal’s current top six.
Gomez is called for delay of game. Sent a puck too high from his own ice. Two minutes.
Unfortunate blocks from the sky. Martin has a grim castle expression. The moat is filling with hot oil. Faceoff is to Halak’s right.
Before that the Rangers arena staff work with shovels and concerned gazes to fix some problem with the ice. It’s done and the blue jackets leave the ice.
Drury and Plekanec. Puck floats to the slot. Now it’s shot. And again. Halak is there. Canadiens clear. First normal-looking hockey play in a while.
Rangers re-enter and work it around. Drury is between the circles at an odd spot. He is able to receive and give passes from this spot. Canadiens repel this possession.
Sergei leads an exit. And they generate both a shot and rebound. Rangers pick up the rebound.
Brunet is commenting on the amount of individual plays b y the Rangers and how this approach is hampering their power-play.
And another Canadiens push-out. Penalty drains away as the Rangers re-enter.
They retain possession.
Shot. Long one. Deflected.
Gomez exits.
Lines change soon afterward. Metropolit lie is on. He makes a one-on-one individual defensive play to take the disc away in Montreal ice.
Forth and back. And Halak makes a high glove save.
Halak has been good when the team has needed him to be good.
Sixty-four percent of respondents say that Jaroslav Halak is the most valuable Montreal Canadien this season. The other choice was Plekanec.
Halak is getting Brodeur-type love. People liked Brodeur at an artificially higher level because they hated the guy he more or less succeeded; Patrick Roy.
Many fans like Halak’s can-do, just-doin’-my-job immigrant attitude over Carey’s Pricey local golden boy trophy-glow. But, right as the perception may be, it shouldn’t be used to evaluate a player’s on-ice, in-crease participation and contribution.
I never said I liked Supah-Stahs. I just think they, too, should be afforded fairness.
Just under four minutes in the game. Andrei K loses a board battle behind the Rangers net.
Drury is causing problems in the Montreal end. Just ordinary problems like completing passes and holding on to the puck for longer periods of time than the other Rangers.
Puck is moved out. Metropolit line is on again.
Canadiens keep the Rangers penned in for about ten seconds.
Dubinsky exits with his Galactica mobsters. Long shot is high and awkward but not a great angle. Halak stops it.
Here’s a commercial trying to make poker look cool. It ain’t. Cards ain’t cool. Darts ain’t cool. Shuffleboard ain’t cool. Bowling ain’t cool. Curling ain’t cool. Hey, they might be fun, but they ain’t cool. And don’t try and hypnotize us into believing otherwise.
Faceoff to the right of Halak.
Markov fires it high. Del Zotto gets his mitt up and stops it.
Rangers keep it in for only six seconds afterwards.
Canadiens aren’t working hard enough to take the Rangers off the puck. Next line follows suit. Sergei is one of the guilty parties.
Ninety seconds left in the game.
Pouliot has it deep. Good short pass to the point.
Rangers exit. Delayed call. Against Montreal.
Pouliot collides with Callahan as the whistle goes. Refs move in. Some animosity. Did Pouliot try to get someone else in with him? I suspect yet. He goes to the box. Hooking.
Lundqvist left the net during the delayed call.
Replay shows a puck hitting Moore in the sternum. He stays on the bench.
Tortorella exhorts his troops during the time-out.
I think that cliché was made for John Tortorella. Nobody exhorts like John Tortorella. And troops? Well. He certainly wishes his guys would fall in line, I’m sure.
Canadiens score.
Empty net. Puck bounced up the side. Plekanec made his own exit. Paused as he carried it. Made sure. Scored.
Thirty seconds left in the period.
Montreal 3, New York 1
Canadiens clear New York’s vain attempts.
Now a fight. Avery is involved. If exhorting troops was a term made for Tortorella then jail was a building made for Sean Avery.
Jail. A place for the irreconcilably vile. Oh, I have a list, oh yes I do.
Avery is shown leaving the ice after the all-player scrum. Halak was sort of on the periphery. Sort of.
Tortorella is complaining to hiss team but they are ignoring him. Or trying to. Poor John Tortorella. He should coach AHL. He’s a teacher. He’d be good there. Or with a team of veterans that actually listen and care. What a horrible stench from this magnificent crater, this Madison Square Dungeon.
Montreal 3
New York 1
HDS Stars: Jaroslav Halak, Glenn Metropolit, Josh Gorges
RDS Stars: Brian Gionta, Henrik Lundqvist, Jaroslav Spacek
I have to chuckle. Ante-Chambre full stage shot shows PJ getting ready to talk. And he does. On va lui parler aussi, bientot.
Oh, I said I’d tell you where the elephants are; they’re abroad, crushing the marginalized and guzzling Jesus’ blood. I mean wine. It’s a thunder rogue echo. Faster than an iceberg, beech. North and south, not just east and west.
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