Montreal Canadiens vs. Boston Bruins
April 16, 2011, by Homme de Sept-Îles
Musings and In-Game Scribbles playoffs
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).
#6 Montreal Canadiens (44-30-8)
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#3 Boston Bruins (46-25-11)
Saturday, April 16th, 2011
Round One – Playoffs
Game Two (score posted following scribbles)
Canadiens Lead Series 1-0
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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Pierre Houde informs us that both Andrei Kostitsyn and Zdeno Chara will both miss tonight’s game. It’s breaking news.
To a corner press box in the New Garden and Alain, Mario and Joel are standing, all in dark suits. Alain remarks that this nouvelle is a big deal particularly in the case of Chara. Mario says that the Bruins spent some of a recent practice in front of the net and that we can expect this tonight. Footage is shown to confirm.
Manzanilla olives and a somewhat sinister TV dinner for me tonight. Yep.
Some ridiculous regiment colour guard is set up on the carpet for the anthem. The rifle stocks look fake; old mahogany. Yeah, whatever, I’m not a coureur de bois, tabernac.
Montreal looks much more relaxed tonight. Should we worry? Loosey-steps as they await the end of the nasty man-songs.
Michael Ryder’s hair is particularly Hansel tonight. Do you miss the helmet-less days?
Safety first.
Goalies are Tim Thomas, the Vezina Man to be and Carey Price. The Molson guy. Paul Devorski and Steve Kozari are the refs. Devorski may have been assigned to ensure a 1-1 series outcome.
No?
First Period
Habs win the draw. To Hamrlik. Centre-ice pas for Gionta. It’s into Boston ice and around the net and then leaves the zone. Batted back in. Montreal controls. To Subban and a blast. Out of play.
Chara was in the warmup but had some trouble breathing and was taken to the hospital to be sure.
Faceoff outside the Boston zone. Dr. Recchi takes and wins the faceoff. Interception after a breakout pass. It’s in. To Gionta. Shot. Rebound and Cammalleri falls forward to slap it in. Boychuk’s lunge and fall to the ice wasn’t enough.
Montreal 1, Boston 0
Some discussion following an offside entry by Boston. Marchand is talked to by the officials.
Faceoff outside the Montreal blue.
Cammalleri is still on. Gionta was still on the ice because a line change hadn’t happened yet.
Now Price faces a similar rebound and shot but, not seeing the puck, somehow is in position to clam the rebound immediately. Marchand is bumped after the play but no tempers fray.
Faceoff to Price’s left.
Now a weird bounce off the end boards and the puck is free and the net is empty. But Shawn Thornton saves the Bruins and moments later the B’s are out and Price traps a mild entry shot.
Pyatt was the man who missed. A backhand, sliding, reaching and falling forward. Clambering to save a living room ironing board.
But, no.
Faceoff to Price’s left.
Desharnais and Pouliot enter on the right. Desharnais passes to the wing for Pouliot who handles it briefly. Turnover.
A big hit in the corner. Not shown. Penalty. It’s called.
Dennis Seidenberg. Hit his man high behind the net. Interference is the call.
Ryan White nods as head coach Jacques Martin bends over him, pats him, nods and listens supportively.
Montreal power.
Montreal scores. Shot and a rebound. Darche.
Cammalleri picked it up at the side of the net, passed through the crease and Darche one-timed it from the muzzle.
Montreal 2, Boston 0
Faceoff at centre
Two and a half elapsed.
Moen and Seidenberg collide. Bruins spend some energy on checking. They’d be better off directing it into skating.
Doctor Recchi carries across the blue. Right side. Around the net. Horton has it. To the slot. Perfect. Shot by Lucic. Perfect. Save by Price. Now that one was difference-making.
Price’s 31 saves last time out were mostly of the perimeter and routine variety. There were some good ones but he wasn’t forced to make any great ones. Maybe one.
The Lucic blast was a certain goal.
Canadiens up the pressure. Boston is game.
They trade possessions. Ryder over the blue. Shot goes up and out of play. Two and two in the corner following the faceoff, in the corner to Price’s left.
They battle, shoulders, sticks and grim shucking. It’s out.
Both teams look to impose their wills. Boston is playing with flailing determination. Canadiens keep skating, keep pushing, controlling the puck more than chasing.
Finally Krejci emerges. Accelerates. Fires a shot but the angle is no good.
Fourteen. Lines change. Pucks is sent into Boston ice where Boychuk retrieves.
Weber, in for Kostitsyn is over the right side. Shot. Pyatt misses a very good rebound. I shake my head. Thomas is still struggling.
Thirteen.
Behind the Montreal net. Sopel. Takes a hit to keep the puck going. It leaves the zone but on the hash, Boston returns. It’s out. White took a hit on the opposite hash by Thornton.
Long Boston puck. Icing.
Should have been a pause but Houde says the icing killed that. Bruins can’t change personnel. Canadiens can. It’s a rule on icing levied against the team that sends the puck long.
Montreal retains. White carries the mailbag, one arm and riding the scooter on the left. It’s all neutralized.
Montreal ice. Marchand. A shot from the hash. Price stops it.
Coast to coast. Boston has taken over puck control. Subban falls in the corner. It’s out. Back in.
A Bruin falls. Gomez is out. Gomez and Gionta work the puck back and forth. Darche is with them. The extra pass is noted by Houde as perhaps one too many.
Neutral zone. Gomez fires it in. It’s intercepted too quickly.
Line change will be difficult.
Boston advances. Subban ties up Horton in the corner. Horton is playing a little extra rough. Lucic, too. Bruins are close to being called again. Lucic with his elbows high, takes on Eller. Always with the easy targets.
Under the end line. Lines change as the puck leaves the zone briefly.
Hamrlik bumps Horton after the play and Horton falls. Horton doesn’t like it. Hamrlik yells an explanation. Not too friendly. Officials clean it up.
Hab players have been blocking plenty of shots and a graphic supports it.
Hamrlik is called for roughing on the play. Hamrlik shakes his head in the box. Unbelievable. But of course, I believe it. Hamrlik had had enough of Horton and bumped him to the ice following the play; Horton had whacked at Price among other nonsense.
Price is behind the net. Taken down. It’s going to be called. Lucic tries to start up with Moen. Another Bruin tries to start with Subban. Or is that Lucic, too?
Horton took down Gill on the same play.
Houde now says that it’s the hit on Gill that is being called. Horton is in the box. It’s his first playoff game and he expressed his excitement earlier this week. Very nice, Nathan. Very nice. What would your better coaches think? Junior days.
We go to fours.
Nine and a half.
Boston ice. Subban at the point. For Cammalleri. Stays on the boards after a turnover. Plekanec has no support and has to watch Krejci escape with the puck.
One minute in the four on four.
Brunet says it was a call for roughing. The Price knockdown was a-ok. This league lets its thugs run loose. How did certain early refs deal with the influx of black players into football, I find myself wondering.
When a team gets frustrated and chooses to get rough, that’s one type of character. When a team skates and shoots their frustrations out, that’s another. And those are the two extreme points on the continuum.
There are many reasons Detroit Red Wings are the best team in hockey over the past ten, fifteen years.
Hamrlik returns. Ten or so seconds of man advantage for Montreal.
Darche is knocked down by Boychuk behind the net. Again, high shoulders and elbow. Uncalled. It’s just at the border but.
The Bruins are getting rougher. Subban has decided to respond. One hit. And on the other end, another. Takes his man down. Recchi hacks Subban in response. Boston’s tenacity hits a lull point.
A few more tough hits from Montreal and a goal and I wonder if the Bruins will be done for the evening.
Wanting something isn’t enough. One must have the skills to get it. Too many poor passes.
Subban waits behind his net. Hears a rise in booing. Ignores it as he ignored Recchi’s stick. Starts the team.
Long pass to the opposition blue. Tangled in legs. Covered. Bruins re-enter.
Desharnais, Moen and Pouliot are on. I look for the Francophones to get thwammed. But it’s done for now and the Bruins have resumed playing their system. Play slows and the crowd calms.
Puck stays on the perimeter.
Gionta is in on the offwing. Rounds the net on a dangerous entry. Loses the disc and it’s out.
Price makes a biscuit save on Marchand.
Now another save on the other side moments later, also Marchand. Marchand isn’t a great shooter but I admire his pluck. He never stops.
Lines change.
Two and a half.
Krejci is on. Brief control on the hash.
Montreal is being given space and the passes get careless by Boston. Lucic chases a disc in vain but it’s stopped on the hash and Lucic is able to handle it again. But the venom has dissipated and the visitors have a chance to carry the play again. Boston looks emotionally drained.
One minute.
Montreal is proving what other Canadiens teams have proved before them. It’s not the size of the man in the fight, it’s the size of fight in the man. Yet, every season, despite the pluck of smaller players, there will be those who claim that the bigger, fiercer team will win. Ferocity can be measured in terms of resilience and not simply in mindless aggression. Your Canadiens have shown the first and they have the players to respond to the second.
Gill is called.
He didn’t like a Bruin hack at Eller’s skate. His response wasn’t shown but Boston goes to a man-advantage with about thirty seconds left in the period.
One clear by Montreal. Bruins regroup.
They enter on the left. Krejci. Offwing. Looking. Passes. A shot wide. Krejci has it again. Siren.
Boston led on shots 15-8. Quality of shots, might I remind you, is more important than quantity.
First Intermission
Montreal 2, Boston 0
Montreal can’t be bullied. Boston has to regroup, come up with something else. They have the patience and system to do it. But the turnovers have to come to an end and the forwards have to get back to help on Montreal rushes.
Even certain Bruins believe the bully model will work. Well past the recognition point for others.
I wonder if Colin Campbell is issuing Blackberry directives to Paul Devorski. Wouldn’t shock me.
Campbell’s skill-less son plays for the Bruins. He’s a fourth-line hack.
And the gas station apologists are everywhere. The league says that Campbell doesn’t involved where his son or his son’s team is concerned. If the league was a healthy one, Campbell wouldn’t be employed following such a scandal. But it’s not a healthy league and there is plenty of blame to go around those offices.
You’ll not often hear this harped on by reporters who depend on the league for interviews and so forth. It takes an outside presence. More to come, I’m sure.
The print guys are more likely to be harsh than the television guys. But the outside writer (say from the city or health beat), someone who does a one-shot special is more likely to break or elaborate on such a story. They can safely return to their respective non-sport beats without worrying about recrimination from the league or its teams (usually in the form of a bullying coach or interfering, blockading general manager.
Second Period
Montreal 2, Boston 0
Boston power-play continues. I am expecting some poor calls, missed calls and ugly hockey this period.
Spacek utters a cry of pain as he takes a stick on a Boston entry.
Penalty ends with puck on the periphery, managed well by the Canadiens.
With Kirk Muller on the bench and players like Brian Gionta, Scott Gomez, Travis Moen and Hal Gill on the ice, any Montreal concerns will certainly get expressed. Those names are strongly associated with the dominant ideology and they will be heard if not obeyed.
Play stops.
Martin looks on with a modicum of calm. White takes the draw deep right.
It’s to the Montreal end boards and Gill salleys over to help play it out.
White is to the Boston end boards and calculatedly absorbs a hit from Seidenberg. Puck is out soon after. Lines change.
Hamrlik and Sopel are underneath. A long Hamrlik pass is called for icing.
Bruins seem to have calmed and are playing with a mind to puck control. Still some careless passes.
Eller mishandles a puck of his own and a good Boston chance is just missed. No shot.
Lucic enters on the left. Turns the net. Still has it at the opposite circle. To Horton. Hamrlik ends all that.
On the other end, Gill sends a shot along the ice after some Plekanec danger.
Lucic cracks Subban in the mouth with his stick. Looks like one of those accidental ones, “I was reaching for the puck” but the replay suggests Lucic may have planned it. It’s the first time I’ve seen such a thing. There’s blood, so the call is for four minutes. Lucic needs to be restrained following the penalty call. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?
Now the RDS graphic shows that it’s a two-minute penalty. Well? No answer.
One minute and the Canadiens struggle.
Weber is on the ice.
Wisniewski sends a pass but the Canadiens enter offside.
Plekanec is through. Alone. Shot. Save. Rebound. Traffic joins. Plekanec can’t get a second shot. Crowd rises briefly in sound.
The save and entry seem to have fired up the Canadiens and not the Bruins. Strange. Pyatt and Eller work well deep and another shot quickly follows. Bruins appear disjointed. Thomas holds onto it. Calmly hands it over to an official.
Bruins finally score.
What joy.
Shot from the high circle after a pass from Doctor Recchi to Marchand and then to Bergeron on the crease lip.
The determination is alight. Montreal must weather the home storm.
Montreal 2, Boston 1
Price now falls across his crease, beaten. But Krejci can’t complete the play.
Cammalleri is over the line. Man on the flank. Man in front. Fires through the screen. Over the net.
Crowd is alive now. Cammalleri and Moen combine. Thomas. Survives.
Krejci lost control of the puck.
Brunet notes that Lucic’ two turnovers were terrible and nearly gave Moen his chance.
We resume.
Pace is back at about an eight.
Finally Price stops Ryder and the two teams can take a break. Crowd returns to mild froth.
Price makes one save. A tough one. And a second. About the same. He retains it.
The game and the series are in the balance. Or at least this period is, shall we say.
Faceoff to Price’s left.
Boston is back to gooning it up.
Plekanec hits Boychuk. Retains. Hits and is hit. Stays on it. Sends a backhand pass through the low slot. Turnover. But Boston is stopped on exit, just as quickly.
And a whistle.
Nine minutes.
Long pass from Sopel leads to icing. Gionta just couldn’t get to it.
Bergeron and Gomez face off. Won by the Bruin. To the blue.
Stays on the point. Turned over.
Another Boston entry is negated. Sopel now has it. Looks for Gionta but it’s into coverage again and the puck bounces along and down to Thomas who turtles it down.
White, Pouliot and Desharnais. Negligible faceoff to Thomas’ left.
Neutral zone. Desharnais. Turns unexpectedly early and fires a shot at Thomas. Rebound is controlled.
Tomas just falls on the puck. That’s what the Bruins need.
Faceoff
To the blue. Across. To the right point. Wisniewski. Fires. Rebound hangs around. Desharnais can’t slap it in.
Desharnais whams a man.
Now a fight. Wisniewksi and Hnidy. It gets long. Wisniewski had had enough. And the fight is a good one; even, nobody hurt. Hnidy asks Wisniewski if he’s ok. And then seems to say “I had to”.
Tough guys and their rules and habits. I wonder how tough Don Cherry would be alone on Mount Everest. And for how many days would the toughness last? Let’s give him two weeks of water and one week of salt pork.
Wisniewski had hit Peverley high in the corner. Canadiens are hitting back. They’d better get the same treatment from the refs. Bullies seem to be getting the joy tonight.
Toughness isn’t staged, bye.
Somehow Boston ends up with a man-advantage.
Somehow.
Two fives and a two. When Montreal does it, hey, it’s ok. The swarthy Boston crowd loves it any time Subban takes a hit to the crowd’s joy. There were plenty who hated Ali. Those folks would have had children, I’m sure.
Nice.
Nathan Horton is one ugly man.
Price forces across and the net goes off. Good save preceded.
Boston is out and they reset.
Plekanec and Sopel on the right. Moen on the left. Moen intercepts a pass. Up for Plekanec. Boston is back. The play allows time to elapse.
Boston sets up. Kaberle. Long shot. Off legs and sticks. And the post. Canadiens live to live another day. Stoppage.
Five minutes.
Gionta is in. Waterlogged coverage. Slows Gionta. Turns and shoots one off the pad but not a lot on it.
Subban retrieves a puck. Faceoff to Thomas’ right.
Now it’s Montreal that seems tired.
The first playoff is sometimes the toughest. For Subban and White it is their first. They’ve been targeted and the hope is that they will wear down over the course of the series.
Boston is a team that feels and shows fear more easily than many in the East. When things fall apart, they lack the wit and resilience for creative responses. There are exceptions, Doctor Recchi comes to mind. But the Bruins are often one bad period away from accepting perceived doom.
Under three.
Seidenberg’s long pass is intercepted. Hamrlik. Passes to his right. Eller. Shot. Rebound. Weber. Goal.
And I was just thinking that Hamrlik is one of those personalities that does have that earned moxie and devil in your eye.
Montreal 3, Boston 1
It’s important and it’s not meant as a slight against Boston, one of the most skilled teams in the East. And certainly, they have the best uniforms.
Really. Black and gold. How can you beat it. Only the Tiger-Cats can match.
Lucic has that “what do we do” look on his face again. Do we hit someone?
Quick shot of the thin, Adrian Toomes, general manager of the Canadiens. I mean Pierre Gauthier.
We resume.
Bruins win it. Shot. Off the post.
Bright ting.
Remember that guy? The one that talked to red metal?
I’d rather not say his name at this delicate juncture.
Faceoff to Roy’s left. I mean Price.
Boston wins it.
Ninety seconds.
On the hash.
A whistle.
Some talk and chat on the ice after the play. Complaining about the puck infraction. Mild.
Gionta is on. Plekanec takes a sip of water on the bench. They’re all so calm. What a goal and a lucky post can do. But I reminisce and images of a lax Lafleur and chatty Robinson come to mind. They just didn’t let it bother them. They were used to it. And they delivered.
On the boards. And out. Kaberle. Long pass. Into coverage. Marchand saves the possession. Now he advances for a shot. And then another.
Fifty seconds and the Canadiens emerge from the corner to Price’s left.
Long shot from the centre ice area. Blocked by Price and shot out of the zone. Gill and Subban are on. Subban avoids hitting Lucic unnecessarily. I wonder if his moxie is at risk.
Period ends. Lucic knocks down Subban. Subban looks for a ref. Lucic needs to be severely beaten, by, say, Hal Gill. Once a week. Til he learns. Hey, it’s the American way. Isn’t it?
Lucic.
What a coward. Easy to pick on the guys you know won’t fight back. Isn’t it.
Montreal led on shots 15-9.
Second Intermission
Montreal 3, Boston 1
Mario, Alain and Joel are also quite calm. Maybe I need to have an ice cream or something. They stand and discuss the period.
Some of Thomas’ fine work is shown. Mario says it could easily be 6-1 for Montreal. Joel nods (not necessarily in agreement) and adds some comments of his own. Bouchard remains the ice professor.
Seidenberg is criticized. The long pass and then allowing Weber to enter freely.
Mario pronounces Lucic as “loo-chee”. Says it again. So what’s the correct pronunciation. Tremblay says that Lucic doesn’t have good hands and that he should just go to the net more. Lucic is the number two point-man on the Bruins despite those bad hands.
Hey, you don’t have to have skills to get points. Hard work counts. Tenacity counts. The low-skilled Eric Staal comes to mind. Just not the skating, stick-handling or passing of a more polished player. But Staal can get you forty goals.
Radio grammar.
Hey, we grew up on it. Hey?
I’ll take Cournoyer over Staal, by the way.
Canadian hero Shane Doan seems to be a failed captain. Hey, why’s his team down two games to none, then?
I can’t stand the “he hasn’t won a championship” argument. But hey, why not for Shane Doan. Why not. People should be convicted by their own standards for others. What’s the term for that again?
The great Shane Doan.
Detroit leads Phoenix two games to none. Filla has tied up with Buffalo 1-1. Giroux and Briere, of course. One line team.
Yannick Weber is interviewed. In French. He’s Swiss accent is a welcome replacement for Mark Streit’s French. Weber is a bit more frank than Streit, though. Streit, the Swiss captain, was traded two years ago. To the team players least want to play for; New York Islanders.
Third Period
Montreal 3, Boston 1
Houde says that Wisniewski’s boxing lessons stood him well in the Hnidy fight. Small chuckle from the play-by-play master.
Boston enters.
Cracks Houde’s voice. But the slot pass is missed.
Montreal is in chase mode early.
Peverley, right side. Fires a shot that goes off a stick. And into the crowd. That goal off Rivet’s stick and over Huet’s shoulder is going to haunt me for decades. Every time a shot like that happens, I remember that goal.
Ok, let’s not talk about it.
Another stoppage.
That goal ended the season in 05-06. Not as bad as the Stastny goal. But. Not good.
White is run (well, nearly) into the stanchion. He saw it. Boychuk ran him. Certain segment of the crowd loves it.
White is shown on the bench.
Brunet has nothing to say about it except something about the playoffs being tough and having to adjust to them.
Ok. I’m asking. Could Yvon Pednault be brought back to do colour? Please? I have some new pucks as a reward. They’re white.
Two minutes elapsed.
Wisniewski. To Desharnais.
Canadiens need to remember that this is not a regular season close-out. Oh, don’t worry, Boston will remind them.
Thornton goes to the net. Has to return to the Montreal end boards.
Now he’s at the cage. Campbell tries a pass. Fails.
Subban dives for a puck. Tripping. Houde says it’s a very good call.
Subban is in the box.
Boston power.
Lucic wins it. To Seidenberg.
Gill and Hamrlik low. Still waiting to see Gill and Sopel.
First minute is covered well by Montreal.
Sopel blocks a shot. Spacek supports.
Puck stays in.
Chara is missing here.
Kaberle. Blasts it high off the glass.
They work the perimeter.
A shot and a save.
Price makes another.
Time runs out as the Bruins leer and flex but can’t pot the rebounds. Spacek saves a final Price bounce-off.
Penalty ends.
Crowd is concerned but no booing. Still fourteen minutes, a lot of time.
Eller on the left. Across. To Pyatt. Sudden one. And the timer misses somehow.
Exchanges begin again. Canadiens’ are set up by short, quick passes. Boston lobs long pucks and chases.
Now it’s trapped on the boards. I decide to watch Campbell for a few moments. And yes, he is bad. What an in joke.
Now a puck nearly finds its way to a compromised Price. Gill gets back and with a long stick and slightly off-balance, he flicks the puck hard up the side boards and then spins slightly into Price. Montreal survives the moment. There weren’t enough black jerseys.
I’ve said this before but using cute kids to sell vehicles is wrong.
Boston is running low on adrenaline. Are they saving up? What about now?
These dead periods remind me of both the Sharks and Canucks. Playing on emotion has its drawbacks.
Muller was shown earlier, smiling and sharing some thoughts with a player. Both he and Perry Pearn are instrumental to Montreal’s so-called over-achieving this season. And perhaps that is fair to say. Over-achieving. But I’m not qualified to confirm (or deny) this.
Under ten.
Weber. Eller. Pyatt. Speedy group. Wisniewksi underneath. Hamrlik with him.
Long Bergeron shot is high and easily gloved by Price.
Cammalleri. Right side. Slows. Ginger pass to the slot. Bounces. Plekanec is able to turn and long-reach it. But no shot. To the point. Wisniewski, also pauses. Long, placed shot goes off the glass.
Stoppage soon afterward.
Bruins get careless. Eight minutes.
Pace increase.
Subban takes a hit as the puck exits Montreal ice.
We’re back in but Price and four Habs crowded at the net prevent anything further.
Montreal rush. Thomas falls on it again. When Thomas leaves, there will be nobody to follow. He seems to be the last of a kind. Today’s goalie is technically sound, proficient in economy of motion. Thomas flops, sidles, blaps, falls, grunges and crunges. There’s nobody like him. And there never will be again.
Tim Thomas is 37 years old and had the best season of any goalie in the NHL. He celebrated his birthday yesterday.
Six and a half.
Some highlights are shown after a messaging interlude.
Gomez wins the draw deep right. Wisniewski. Holds the stick high. Pauses. And shoots.
Gionta prevents an exit. Impresses Houde. Brunet says that the team has been like that since the beginning of the third.
Is this team developing a new tradition, a new identity? Have they already and am I just realizing it now?
Under five.
Now it’s the Canadiens delivering hits, controlling the puck, sending passes long into coverage. Spacek has delivered several good hits.
Subban tries to fire one long. Intercepted. A long shot. Price finds it.
Another long shot. Intercepted outright.
Montreal is in close-out mode. And this, we’ve seen. One thing (among several that come to mind) is that this team knows how to play to a high level when needed and if needed. They absorb, absorb, absorb and then they repel, release and react. Gionta. Cammalleri. Plekanec. Kostitsyn. They’re on the viper-tythe end.
The hits continue.
Both teams now. Montreal ice. Boston lads on shots 34-26. Gionta takes a cheap run from Boychuk. Boychuk is unable to make complete contact and the hit is obscured by another Bruin player but this kind of thing is not forgotten.
Mr. Boychuk.
Thomas has left the net. Crowd is fairly quiet.
They can’t set up.
Plekanec. Moen. Neutral ice. A third Hab. Stoppage. Plekanec was reaching for it. And Thomas has to return to the net.
Boston now calls a time-out.
Martin’s theories seem vindicated. Tonight.
Julien lets his assistant handle the conversation.
Are we going to see fights from Boston?
Bergeron is on. Lucic. Plekanec for Montreal. Cammalleri. Plekanec wins it. But it goes all the way into Montreal ice. Price has it. Lobs it long. It’s out of play at centre ice environs. Near the boards.
One ten.
Seidenberg fires it long. Around the boards. Doctor Recchi has it low. Back to the boards. Shot. Price stops it. Gets up.
Doctor Recchi examines his stick briefly. Awaits the draw.
To Price’s left.
Plekanec against Campbell. Campbell falls. Another Bruin gets a stick on it. It’s out. Now it’s deep. Ference has it from the blue.
They work the perimeter.
Gill is low. Subban with him.
Centre ice. Plekanec. Shoots. Just wide. Bruins struggle. Gill is dumped by Marchand.
Siren goes.
A Bruin executive (ed note: Cam Neely) leaves another suit-boy in an upper luxury box. Just turned and left.
Final Score
Montreal 3
Boston 1
HDS Stars: Carey Price, Michael Cammalleri, Brad Marchand
RDS Stars: Carey Price, Michael Cammalleri, Mathieu Darche
Someone said this to me last month: It’d be great to run Cherry into the stanchion, hard, watch him go into a coma and then have the entire hockey world blame the old crone for not knowing it was there. And get the Hart Trophy for it. And a few commercial deals. And then write a book that denigrates Cherry for being so stupid and complain throughout the book about having to share the world with dolts. I’m not sure if I’d want him to come out of the coma. I’ll let you know.
I guess I’m paraphrasing.
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