Montreal Canadiens vs. Atlanta Thrashers
March 29, 2011, by Homme de Sept-Îles
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 (40-29-7) host Atlanta Thrashers (32-31-12)
Tuesday, March 26, 2011
Game Seventy-Seven (score posted following scribbles)
Missed it? Musings capture the game in writing. A written transcript typed during the game, posted and edited about thirty minutes afterward. Based on the RDS French telecast of the Montreal Canadiens game, Musings take about 20 minutes to read. More detailed than an article, fresher than a looping highlight and good with morning coffee. Or late-night chocolate. A unique way to re-experience the game.
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The meetings are over. There have been a few. The hard-skating practice, too, is over. That was on Sunday. The team had Monday off and whatever ails the spirit has been addressed. One hopes.
The team enters the game goalless in their past three. With six games left in the regular season and the team in sixth spot in the East, we sense trouble. In NHL history, finishing poorly in the regular season is not a strong corollary for doing equally poorly in the post-season. Yet, this is a troubling brand of poor.
The team has died in some way. The cracks magnify in losses. Winning really does breed togetherness and not the other way around.
Alain reminds us that this is the second-last home date on the regular season schedule.
It’s tieless Tuesday. Reseau hockey prof Joel Bouchard sports a mauve dress shirt, top button loose.
Montreal defenceman PK Subban’s numbers are shown; 11 goals and 24 assists in 71 games. A promising opening season for the rearguard pivot. He is shown on ice, expressionless, probably pre-recorded from the pre-game skate.
The West standings are shown. Vancouver is in first with 109 points (which also leads the league). This will be the franchise’s first President’s Trophy. Awarded for the regular season points leader. They were born in 1970.
It’s hard to understand how they’ve gotten so many points this season. Having seen them only four times this season, I’m still out of the loop. In those four games, they showed their usual inability to close games out and a somewhat impassionate approach, overall.
Who are the real Canucks? I’ll try and watch their first round games.
Former Canuck Brent Sopel (Montreal’s newest player along with Nigel Dawes) is interviewed. Luc Gelinas translates with an affable smile.
The week’s happenings. Another hit to the head. Todd Bertuzzi. Hit Chicago’s Ryan Johnson with an elbow. No fine, no suspension forthcoming. C’est votre ligue. Pas la mien.
Anaheim Ducks intrepid forward Teemu Selanne notched a hat trick last night. And two assists. He became only the third forty-year old to do so in NHL history.
The respected referee Bill McCreary is saluted on the PA system at the Bell Centre. It’s his last game (in Montreal). He removes his hat (ok, helmet) and the Canadiens pause and salute in return. McCreary appears touched. He’s one of the good ones.
Pierre suggests, chuckling, that perhaps McCreary will write a book. Like Kerry Fraser. More chuckling.
Price and Pavelec are the goalies.
First Period
The Thrashers weren’t as enthusiastic in cheering on the dean of NHL refs as the Habs players were. Amusing.
Price makes an early, spectacular save. Right to left, pad down.
Houde expresses hope that the team will score the first one just so they may have some hope.
Price’s games-played number becomes more and more monstrous. It’s a feat I’ve always been a sucker for. Games played by a goalie. Tony Esposito was one of the kings in that regard. Price is at 67 games played. A typical end-of-season number for a starting goalie might be fifty-five. It’s a kind of fatigue that is harder to understand than that of a regular skater. A goalie never leaves the ice and can never take his eye off the puck. The players often can and must take their eye off the puck (to check a player or whatever have you).
Wheeler and Ladd are on the ice for Atlanta. Short entry but a diagonal pass sails into the boards and the Canadiens clear it out.
Now a long Atlanta puck is called for icing.
I hope someone cried at one of the meetings. That kind of thing works. If it’s genuine. Even Ignatieff could get away with it. Ok, no. Ignatieff couldn’t get away with it. Messier did.
Just over fifteen.
Dvorak (pronounced Vor-jzh-hakt by Houde) enters alone on the right.
Montreal controls. A goal is so badly wanted in the bowl. The crowd is a large enzyme of anxiety curled around the rink. Yes, I have regressed. I haven’t been writing. I’m still sick.
That’s why there wasn’t a musing on Saturday. My first missed musing in quite some time.
These commercials could anger a man into health and recovery. But I’m still quite drowsy and will stick to hope. For now. Patience, to be precise. Ok. Staying conscious, then.
That pink panther was gay. No, the other one. The one from Looney Tunes (Not Fritz Freiling’s). I was shocked when I clued in. Much later. In my thirties. Hey! A gay cartoon character. What. What.
Snagglepuss. That was his name. Hanna Barbera, not Looney Tunes.
Gomez’ chance is shown. To the hoop but the Pavelec pad turned away rubber and snow.
This game could break this team.
Muller is shown. He’s in disagreement with an icing call against Montreal. Plekanec wins the draw to Price’s left. Subban jumps on it.
Puck is out. Ron Hainsey, the former Hab d-man is behind the net. His long pass ends up caught and turned over by number twenty-one, who is not listed on the Atlanta site.
A pass. A forward. It’s Cammalleri. He’s just a foot clear, a man on his right. He shoots left, so will get the room. Lifts the leg. Fires.
No. We all groan.
On the other end, play is stopped.
And again.
Sopel’s left hand injury is discussed. He seemed to tweak it on the last play. Took a stick? Had a brief discussion with Dvorak in the corner following the play.
Pavelec is down and digging as Kostitsyn and Moen combine with Eller for a puck to the front. Kostitsyn was tripped, while Moen was standing. No real shot.
Here’s a penalty.
Atlanta’s Rob Schremp. Is called for hooking.
McCreary was asked to return for one more season. He makes this call. It’s a loss for the NHL.
Montreal power.
Plekanec down the right side. Offwing shot. No.
Not much. With a minute or so left in the penalty, Gomez enters down the middle … offside.
Canadiens try again.
David Desharnais, Paul Mara, Scott Gomez and Pavelec combine for another stoppage. Pavelec was the goalie portion. Crest save on a Mara wrister, as the stern, bearded defenceman advanced. He’s stern on-ice.
Thirty seconds. Pavelec loses the puck on a long shot. A swipe, a swoon and a save. Stoppage.
One more chance.
Desharnais, Gomez and Gionta. Hamrlik and Wisniewski on the blue.
Wisniewksi has it. Swirl. The shot. Hits the post. I was, uh, watching the back of the net again.
Hamrlik gets the prong V rebound. Fires it high. How loud this building gets.
Now Price takes a puck away, takes a goal away, erases the goal-line. He stands up and the goal-line reappears and he hands the offending disc to an official. Hey. It stayed out.
Faceoff to Price’s left.
Lost to the Thrashers.
Wheeler is up top. Um. Wheeling.
Puck finds him near the blue. Long shot from the high slot. Brunet says that Wheeler appears faster tonight and that he may have been working on his leg strength. Brunet further compares the beleaguered former Boston forward’s two stints.
Montreal pours in.
Plekanec. Halpern. In the left corner deep. Action slows. They stick-joust. The puck pebbles here and trembles there. And it’s in Atlanta control now. And out. Visitors can’t keep it in.
Wisniewski. Over the blue. Slows. Waits. Passes. To Hamrlik on the other side. Shot. Whoosh. Stays alive. Around the net. Three in the crease. Hamrlik rounds the other side. Whaps it. And again and again. And it’s in.
And it’s over.
The drought ends on the stick of Hamrlik.
Montreal 1, Atlanta 0
Another entry. And another goal. Darche. His tenth. The crowd is loud beyond.
Seconds apart.
Montreal 2, Atlanta 0
Never the cowboys. Where are they.
It’s motivating, to be sure.
Gomez hurtles down the left. Losing, regaining, spinning and then torqued into the boards, he keeps balance and searches. No. But a second possession results in a dart for Gionta in the slot. Windup but the shot hits something.
Thrashers need to settle their feathers. Offence is their answer. They control for about nine seconds. No quality shots.
Then they regain in the neutral zone. But this time they need to dump it in to ease a line change. It’s done and the team resumes. Long Byfuglien pass is intercepted.
Plekanec has it. Leans one way and shoots the other. Coverage and Pavelec has the angle.
They continue. Wisniewski takes a check from Kane. Puck is stopped on the blue, tho’ Wisniewski launched it hard.
Under three.
Desharnais swoops in and nearly creates a turnover on the right hash.
Crowd boos as they sense a missed call, forgetting the standing ovation for McCreary. Hockey’s on, eh.
Zach Bogosian carries alone across the Montreal blue. Two Thrashers join him. They retain. On the blue. Across and back.
To the corner for Andrew Ladd. Back to the right point for Bogosian. His shot. Stopped.
Price makes a save.
Moen and Chris Thorburn are going to fight.
Moen is gritted teeth against the younger Thorburn. Moen takes one thunderous hit. Ducks. And again, takes another boomer. Stays on his skates. Survives the rest with no further huge hits.
A good fight, says Brunet. Enjoy it while it lasts, cactus.
Commercial. When one hears Ken Norton, Frazier and all those guys talk today, it’s awful. The damage to the brain from one direct blow to the head could last a lifetime. How about more than one?
By the way, they wear gloves in boxing to protect the hands. Not to protect the opponent’s heads. Rock your world.
Under one. We are told that Toronto and Buffalo are tied at three. Elsewhere.
Houde now asks if Ovechkin was supposed to play tonight. And they’ve received word that, indeed, he is playing tonight, a gametime decision.
Pavelec makes a save on Gionta. Offwing shot from just under the hash.
Twenty seconds. We resume.
Long Montreal puck. To the hash. Along the boards. A pass to the slot. Intercepted.
Siren.
Montreal led on shots 14-7.
First Intermission
Montreal 2, Atlanta 0
Simple storylines are over. Good. They’re boring.
Chronique a La Une. Phoenix is discussed. One hundred million is what it will take.
A sobering picture is shown. One huge football stadium and a deserted concrete village around it. It’s Glendale, home of the Coyotes. Is it really that small? Francois says it’s in the middle of nowhere. Nothing has been convincing for me to this point. But that picture.
I just don’t’ believe in a city losing its team for the sake of another. As a general principle. Of course, there have to be limits to this kind of thinking. That picture helps paint some starting limits to mine.
Glendale is where the team plays currently, a suburb of Phoenix. Glendale is nine miles from downtown Phoenix. Phoenix’ population is 1.4 million. Glendale is 226, 000. Not sure if that number is stands alone from the Phoenix number. I’d say it is a stand-alone figure as Glendale is a city in its own right.
The thinking is that the Phoenix team has been losing money for years since relocating from Winnipeg. And the thinking, which, to be fair, is Canadian thinking, is that the team should be returned to Winnipeg and renamed the Jets. As they were prior to leaving in 1996.
Canadians cried foul when both Winnipeg and Quebec City lost their franchises in the mid-nineties; Quebec Nordiques moved to Colorado (in 1995) and were renamed the Avalanche. Neither team could continue to afford the costs of operating and flagging attendance was cited as a key factor in both cases. What remains undiscussed in the Canadian narrative around this issue is that a city’s fans, emotionally invested, have very little say in such a move. It’s part of the business, or so is said. They suffer and can’t replace the source of their civic pride. But there are about the same number of people in Phoenix who, though the city can’t support the team, love their Coyotes.
They are no different from Nordique or Jet fans. What about them? What Canadian will speak for them?
It’s about 14,000 per city. It applies to the Argos, too, one might say. That core group, eh.
Second Period
Montreal 2, Atlanta 0
Quick stoppage. Cammalleri is on the ice. He sports an A. And an on-ice scowl. His version of deep concern. He did notch an assist on the Hamrlik goal, says Houde.
Long puck is touched behind the Atlanta net and icing is called.
We resume.
Plekanec and Halpern have it under the end line. Halpern has lost his stick, though. Plekanec has to work past the high wheat and gets to the hash before passing to the blue. Turnover.
Other end. Price with a soft save.
Faceoff to Price’s right.
To the blue. Shot. Wisniewski finds the pinballing puck before it even reaches the crease. The two teams paddle it back and forth across the Montreal blue. Finally a Gomez entry, snake-like but without sting results in a turnover on the boards. Will he ever get his rhythm? He can still do all the things he always could. But somehow the finishing fang isn’t there anymore.
Eighteen and a half.
Eller line.
Stapleton has it at the Montreal end line.
Eller following him, falls. Back up again. Puck is to the blue.
The arena is too quiet and the players, perhaps, soaked in the chemicals of relief, are nearly hypnotized in their stand-around trance. It’s been a long month. The Pacioretty hit has had some kind of psychological impact. And because it likely went without deep analysis amongst the players (or perhaps because it did), its impact becomes a silent one, perhaps even unconscious. What effect might that have on a team?
Under seventeen.
Pouliot. Across the crease on a diagonal. Shoots. Pavelec is low and across.
There is no Claude Lemieux or Chris Nilan to run the goalies anymore. Nor Steve Begin or Maxim Lapierre. There’s something to be said about annoying an opponent. Not a lot. But something.
There’s much more to be said about outplaying, outfoxing a goalie.
The action is tepid and the Thrashers make it so. Canadiens are in danger of lowering to the level.
Darche is an exception. He’s on with Gomez and Gionta.
Gomez leaves a puck after entering the zone. I can see Bergeron’s expression. But the dump-in was complete. If, uh, you could call it a dump-in. More of a puck lost on entry. And left for dead.
Long Thrasher puck is called for icing.
Faceoff. Won by Montreal. To Gill on the left point.
Half-lifted stick, a deliberate slapshot. Wide.
There’s a touch of bright orange in the stands. It’s at an angle that seems to suggest an illuminated goal-light. I try and ignore it.
Montreal penalty. First of the night.
Atlanta power.
First thirty seconds are a wash.
Next segment is neutralized by Cammalleri, Halpern and Sopel. Halpern is an ideal defensive forward. This time he trapped a man against the net and allowed a teammate to pick up a puck.
Atlanta has one last entry. Ten seconds. They control. Moen up top. White on the other side. No lanes given. Now a slot pass is tipped away by Moen. And the penalty ends.
Seconds later, Price gloves one down, harmless, for a faceoff.
The music plays over the PA and Evander Kane takes a seat, shaking his head. Houde says that Kane will one day be a leader on this team. His personality. And so on. He’s certainly learning.
Under ten.
Tim Stapleton accidentally sends a puck over the glass. Delay of game penalty. I like the ones that can’t be regulated by the officials. This type gets called no matter what. It’s never overlooked.
Montreal power.
Montreal is zero of one on the PP tonight, we are shown.
Won faceoff to Pavelec’s right. He’s nervous. Bobbing up and down on his legs, looking for the puck, perhaps.
One clear.
Montreal is back in. Hamrlik’s shot from the left point is blocked but gets to the corner.
Back to Hamrlik. Another shot. Rebound can’t be had. Desharnais was in the crease.
Second wave.
Gomez. Gionta. To Desharnais. Left side. But the flow is stanched by the Thrashers and Montreal is forced back.
One more entry. Turnover. Atlanta moves it out. A long shot from outside the Montreal blue. Price gloves it high. Holds on.
One of those Tetris songs is played over the PA. Crowd is waiting. So are both teams. It’s a moment for the opportunistic player. Ken Linseman comes to mind. Dave Poulin. Keith Acton. Players who liven a previously dull game and give it a new mood, perhaps a new theme.
Montreal entry. I look for that player. I hope I don’t see him wearing white.
Eller works. Pouliot drives. But the puck is out very quickly.
And moments later, another stoppage.
Eller trio stays on.
Eller takes and loses the draw to Maxwell. Canadiens have it anyway. Chasing it out. And can’t catch it.
They’re in again. New trio. The puck drifts to the muzzle. Shot. Rebound. Very dangerous. The opening is there. Plekanec. But no.
Thrashers survive.
Another entry. Thrasher penalty. Plekanec is attacked after the play. Gill quickly keeps it from escalating.
Boulton discusses it with the officials. He’s being asked to leave the game. They hear him out and send him on his way.
Montreal power.
That dagged orange. I keep seeing the goal-light.
Pushed out. Pavelec is even lower, even smaller than last time.
They work it around. Desharnais finds the low slot, as usual. Such a small player. But such spirit. No fear.
One minute.
Plekanec to the right point for Subban. Shot. Now Subban advances to keep it in play. Kostitsyn is bashed down and it seems to affect the rest of the segment. Cammalleri reaches with just a one-armed stick ahead, rather than robustly going after the disc. And it’s out.
Cammalleri is a good-time guy only. He can’t deal with adversity. Not yet. Not enough.
Under four.
Gomez. Turning. Penalty is over.
One pass. A second. And a turnover.
Price gets a glove high to end an attack. He was standing.
Crowd salutes him.
Under three.
Antropov works through a defender’s stick and sends a slot pass behind the target. Montreal entry is brief.
Kane on the right. Looks through traffic for Antropov. Hits too many things.
To the neutral zone. Stoppage.
Brunet tells us that Bogosian is at forward. Craig Ramsay, Atlanta’s head coach is sending a message. Down by two, he is saying he isn’t happy with the team’s offensive dedication.
Atlanta is a bit doomed, sure.
Perhaps. I like their coach, though.
Little down the left. Puck is lost. And Price traps it with a second reach to his right.
Thrashers win the faceoff. And I’ve had too much soup in the past few days.
Puck goes up and out of play.
Cammalleri is back on the ice. Plekanec loses the draw. To the right point. Shot. Price gloves it.
Price glides right across his crease with the thought of bumping a Thrasher forward but the opportunity doesn’t come. Puck glides around the Montreal end-boards, meantime but the visitors can’t do much with it. Siren ends the period.
Atlanta led on shots 11-10. Montreal leads 24-18, overall.
Second Intermission
Montreal 2, Atlanta 0
I’m here to advocate for sugar and water.
Third Period
Montreal 2, Atlanta 0
I miss Yvon Pednault. Wouldn’t it be more fun with him around? Wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t it? Yes, it would.
Halpern, left side. Has Cammalleri. One man back. Halpern shoots. Going wide and hits the tip of the glove on the way.
Atlanta entry. Mostly board work.
Now Gomez on the right. Brakes and shoots. Lots of power. And Pavelec has it. Faceoff to his left.
Montreal controls.
Pierre warns that the Canadiens still haven’t clinched a playoff spot. Brunet says that the team is working well tonight, all of them.
There have been a few exceptions. Cammalleri is one.
Price with a save. Rebound. And across for the other. A much better, more difficult save. Houde concurs. A stick lies broken in front of the 23 year-old goalie.
Just sayin’. Kid’s young yet.
Seventeen and a half.
Cross-check by Oduya is ignored. Stewart’s hit to Kostitsyn is referenced by Houde. Houde muses that Kostitsyn fights back nowadays.
Pouliot expresses an oath and a dark look of frustration.
Desharnais line. Tries to trap a puck deep. Leaves the ice, signaling with his glove. Stoppage along the neutral zone boards. Wheeler leaves the ice. He’s quite tall. Six five according to the team site. Still only 24. An American. Untapped potential?
Under sixteen.
Maxwell to Stapleton. To Bogosian at centre ice. He blasts it in. Boardwork. Sopel comes up with it under the action.
Canadiens can’t move it out.
A sudden shot. Blanketed.
Pavelec makes a save on an easy high shot.
Holds it.
Gomez wins the draw. Hamrlik has to back out and retrieve.
Across. Lead pass. Lost to the Thrashers.
Wisniewski behind his net.
Kane harangues. Nearly comes up with it.
Byfuglien and Darche tangle for the puck. Darche falls. Light booing.
Kane is called in unrelated action.
Gomez slashed Kane. Sneaky. Kane was more obvious about his rough stuff.
Four on four.
Fourteen.
Selfish plays lead to selfish penalties.
I’m being generous in calling a slash after the whistle “a play”.
Little to the net. Shot. Smothered. Gill shoves Little into the net.
Little goes after Cammalleri instead. Cammalleri doesn’t like it. Gill’s shove was not very nice. I wonder why more of the big, tough, talk, guys don’t go after Gill. Huh? Why don’t they? Huh?
It’s cleared up.
Bryan Little is listed at 5-11, 185. Gill is about 6-7 and hundreds of pounds.
Faceoff to Price’s right.
Thirteen and a half.
Fours continue.
Halpern intercepts a pass. To Eller. Left side. Falls. Takes a few stick chops.
Stays on. Atlanta entry. And they’re out.
How does a kid learn to take the slashes as much as Eller does.
Subban carries out. Taken down.
Second ref loves giving Subban a penalty for the embellishment. It was embellished, for sure.
Houde says it was well seen by the ref.
Off the draw, Gionta is flying. What verve. And a shot. Turns the net and gets it again. Finds a receiver. Not much else. But what drive.
Gomez took a stick from Kane. Then Gomez responded with a helmet to the helmet. “What is that?” complained Kane. Gomez is grinning. No calls.
What is it? It’s a canny old veteran getting away with what he can.
Gill is down. Took a stick to the face. He’s cut. He’s down. Puck is across. And in the net.
Boulton sends it across for the finishing strike by Antropov.
Montreal 2, Atlanta 1
Officials discuss it.
Boulton’s stick was accidental. They can’t wave it off. They’ll have to give a penalty.
Houde and Brunet discuss it. Brunet guesses that the goal will be awarded.
Joel catches some of it: “Ref came over and told Muller, we realise we missed it but there’s nothing we can do, it’s part of the game”.
Atlanta pressure. Price keeps it out. Crowd is booing. Or chanting. More involved.
Ten and a half.
Gomez on the left. Looking. Pass attempt is up in smoke. Legs. Off the glass on the other side.
Delayed call. Tripping against Byfuglien.
Two Thrashers take liberties knowing a second penalty won’t be called.
Whistle. Byfuglien goes to the box. Nobody tries to get a Hab into the box (by instigating some sort of nonsense).
Montreal power.
Zero of three tonight.
Hamrlik to Wisniewski. They work it back and forth.
Wisniewski shoots.
It’s trapped. Three Habs slap at it. Plekanec and Kostitsyn, mostly.
Cammalleri joins and wraps an arm around a Thrasher. It’s cooled off.
Faceoff. Montreal controls.
Montreal is battling on the boards. Kostitsyn. Plekanec. Even Cammalleri. Great efforts. And much better in front of the net.
I can afford some relief. Some optimism. There’s evidence.
Atlanta clears it out.
Mara has to trip in order to prevent Thorburn from reaching a puck he had lost sight of. Legit call.
Atlanta will go to power in about thirty seconds.
Brunet says that this will make the game interesting. Oy.
Fours.
Under eight.
Price makes a save. A second.
Price makes one save. More.
Gill clears one.
And another new mask for Price. Or is it a white one I’ve seen before?
Thrashers are back in.
Price closes the gap on a wrap-around by Kane.
Canadiens load up their reserves.
Gill and Subban are low. Plekanec and Cammalleri up top.
Turnover. Plekanec takes it and banks it up for Cammalleri. Too obtuse an angle. Cammalleri has it anyway. From the corner. To the net. Stickhandling. Lots of moves. Lots of nothing. Puck is taken from him.
The plaques on his wall come to mind. And his teammates’ jibes. It’s not easy to look in the mirror. But best be done with it.
Stoppage.
Commercials. Non-stop verbal staccato (or is it scattacco). This one gets about six seconds of my auditory soul before I hit mute. I need an audio muting device (that responds to my voice).
I am quite tired.
It’s looking more and more like Boston in the first round. So shows the graphic from RDS. The series are too short. Seven? How about nine or eleven? Maybe have less rounds. And less regular season games, while we’re on it.
Say, seventy. Would save money; less injuries; healthier players; better quality. Less fatigued. And so on.
We resume. Puck goes out of play in the neutral zone with just under four.
Darche has gone from perceived hothead (which he showed early on) to an admired lunch-bucket guy. Dad type of player. Every shift and no nonsense. The kind of guy that doesn’t believe in dancing. Ever.
Three and a half.
Darche nods to a teammate. We resume.
Darche carries on the left. Does a load of board work and Gomez doesn’t have what it takes to match the effort.
It’s really apparent when you consider the pay discrepancy. I hate to bring these things up but. Gomez is at seven million. Darche is at half a mill. Or thereabouts.
Ole, ole chant begins.
Pavelec leaves the net.
Kostitsyn from the neutral zone. Shoots. Scores. First effort, second effort, third. Says Brunet. And we see it. He’s been very good.
Was bumped, stayed on it, put a skate on it, fought off the check and got the stick on it. And shot it.
He’s implicated and the replays, highlights from the game, amplify this.
Montreal 3, Atlanta 1
Bumping behind Price. Long puck. Icing.
Kostitsyn is smiling and satisfied. He’s earned this. On the bench he grins and spits. Listens to what a teammate has to say.
Good for our boy from Belarus.
Forty seconds.
Bogosian. Shoots. Goes high. Price cringe-flexes. And it’s out again.
One more entry. Plekanec intercepts it. But it’s back in. And it doesn’t last. The siren goes.
Final Score
Montreal 3
Atlanta 1
Team congratulates Price.
Atlanta just got eliminated. They needed this game to stay alive in the playoff race.
The players also come up and congratulate and share kind words with McCreary. Sopel, Moen, Gomez, Price, Subban and Mara. And perhaps others.
HDS Stars: Carey Price, Andrei Kostitsyn, Roman Hamrlik
RDS Stars: Carey Price, Mathieu Darche, Roman Hamrlik
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