Montreal Canadiens vs. San Jose Sharks

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 (10-12-3) visit San Jose Sharks (13-7-1)

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Game Twenty-Six (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 23 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.

click here to expand post (it looks prettier)

 

Un autre tasse, un autre tache.

We’d better win this one if I’m going to start musing a game at the time I’m normally ending one.  And going to bed.

Your refs?  Chris Rooney and Brian Pochmara.  Antti Niemi is in net for San Jose.  Oh, good.  Another of those easy-to-beat keepers.  Splendid.

And Price for the visitors.

First Period

Thornton fires from the slot.  Misses everything.  Another entry.  Marleau’s moves flatten Price’s pads and the goalie retains.

Talk before the game; Crete says we’ve always been saying each season, this is the year for the Sharks.  This is the year.  This is the year.  Finally, they seem to have had enough and there’s been a chemistry change.  Six or seven departures are listed.  Including your buddy Danny Heatley.  He ain’t my buddy.

It won’t matter.  The guy they should have moved, the guy who is the source of it all is Joe Thornton.  He’ll never change and the Sharks are committed to him.  He’s unseemly at best and his supposed maturation was just a ruse.  He hasn’t changed.  He’s just learned to hide it better.  Men with his sense of self, overly inflated, rarely attain the highest honour in team sport.  Dan Marino comes to mind.  Great talent, possibly the best ever.  But nobody wanted to give that extra bit for him.  That oh-so-important extra bit that comes from loving someone.  As much as you can love a co-worker, anyway.  Respect if the L word is soaking through you a bit.

Thornton. Same.

He has great hands, great size and excellent vision.  A great passer.  His stickhandling and skating leave a bit to be desired but what he’s got can be used to great effect.

But the heart.  The character.  Just hasn’t aged well.

Oak caskets come to mind.  Particularly the caskets.

The best sequence of the game so far is Thornton’s a wait and dribble behind the Canadiens’ net finally finding a receiver at the muzzle for a covered, harmless shot.  But Thornton can hold it for long periods of time when he is of the mind.

I’m sure some of his teammates must like him.  I’m sure of it.

First commercial break and we are shown newly acquired Martin Havlat.  So strange to see him in teal.

Every year. Alain wasn’t kidding.  Every year the Canadian majors would pick Sharks to win it all.  And every year, I would just chuckle.  The truth won’t matter to some.  You can still find a few who think Eric Lindros was great.

Actually, they’ve changed their tunes.  Lindros was The Next One.  The size of Lemieux and the savvy of Gretzky.  Or so he was billed.  His injury-marred career saw Lindros post decent numbers, the numbers of a very, very good player.  But only one Stanley Cup final appearance (a loss to Devils in 1995, a four-game sweep) would be the starting point for most casual discussions.

Lindros has changed since those days, and most who touted him have long since forgotten.  It’s the memory of the always right”.

They’re never wrong.

Niemi sees a puck floop high and I smile.  It’s a matter of time.

Lost it in the lights and in his imagination.  So slow to react.  Nokelainen was out of position and couldn’t pot what would have been an easy side of the net rebound.  I like Niemi but he’s just not starting calibre.  Not top-fifteen, anyway.

His 0.922 ranks him sixteenth amongst goalies that’ve started at least ten games this season.  Fifteenth if you push Josh Harding off the list (Harding has started 10 games. Enroth is next up with 15 started.  Niemi is also at 15.

Niemi was in net for Chicago when they won the Cup in 09-10 over Flyers in six games.  Flyers beat Montreal in the conference finals to get there.  But the two teams advanced despite average goaltending (Flyers had the ho-hum Michael Leighton) and the conventional thinking was re-examined (at least for a summer).  You can’t win a Cup without great goaltending.  Both teams got on without it.

Goalies World magazine, among others, ranked both Niemi and Leighton below the thirty NHL starters.

Eight and a half.

Brief scuffle behind Price.  Cammalleri takes a poke at someone and doesn’t get taken seriously for his efforts and pepper.  Not anything to brag about, knocking out Michael Cammalleri.  He’s a pretty-boy scorer.  And very short.

Or so the barrel set would say.

The pace has slowed.  Seven new names for the Sharks might generate more  than the usual fishbowl lull I’ve come to expect in his arena.

Houde runs through the names and their respective heights.  He says that it gets tiresome for defenders to deal with so many men of size.  Fair enough.  Denis adds a few words.  Habs enter.  Backhand.  Cole.  Desharnais finds it.  To Subban.  Blast low.  Cammalleri, with his back to the net.  Gets his stick on it.

Houde goes baboon.

Je suis calme.

Montreal 1, San Jose 0

Montreal usually outperforms San Jose in this rink for long periods.  Normally the Sharks light up for one or two short segments and it’s often enough.

Here they respond with a one-hand around-the-net effort from Handzus and he gets it to the crease on the wrap-around pass.  And it’s harpooned in.

Montreal 1, San Jose 1

Will we see the scenario from yesterday?  Early goal.  Discipline.  Followed by the opposite?  Houde asks and we watch the ref signal a Canadiens penalty.

One of the least-disciplined outfits in the league.  Perhaps the least.

Some good quality shark notes are played.  I love it.  Borrowed from Jaws.  Sharks are generally timid around humans.  But if incited, aroused or in some other rare state, they can be fearsome.  And deadly.

Oh, these macho names.  Logan.  Pretentious?  There’s an aesthetic here.  I guess I should keep my thoughts to myself.

Clowe is called.  Ryan.

Frazer.  Torrey.  Logan.  That’s about it for the Sharks.  There are other teams.  Other names.  Much worse.

Montreal goes to eighty seconds of advantage.

Cole along a personal S to the net.  Subban advances to krakow the rebound.  Very exciting.  But he misses the net.

Habs pressure as they hadn’t all night last night.  Great control.  Desharnais, Cammalleri, Cole and Subban on the point.  Several longs shots from Subban.  One pauser.  Now a pass.  Gorges on the other point.

Where was this action last night?

Much better.

Quicker with the puck and then patient at the right times.

Penalty ends but I feel a shift in the Force.

One and twenty –two.

Plekanec leads Kostitsyn to the right side deep.  He’s bulled down and the puck is lost.  He gets a small measure of revenge on a check a sequence later.

Forty-eight.

Long Montreal puck is called for icing.

Boyle and Moen coast beside each other with little to say.

An Emelin shoulder mulch is shown (mowed down Pavelski in neutral ice).  Nicely done.  And he ignores the Shark who talks to him about it.  Mild bump and not much else.

At least the replay we saw indicates such.

Emelin is going to make me apologize for some earlier remarks.  I’m not known for my patience.

Ya think?

Period ends.

Sharks led on shots 12-8.

Feels like a 2-1 deficit.

But it’s tied.

I’d like to see the goal against again.  How did Price lose it?

First Intermission
Montreal 1, San Jose 1

Both Carbonneau and Brunet say that Carlyle’s dismissal lacked class.   Bob Murray.  Ducks general manager.  They fired Carlyle immediately following a four-one win over Montreal Canadiens last night.  And almost immediately announced Bruce Boudreau as his replacement.  Boudreau was just fired from the Capitals.

This is directly from the Ducks website from Murray’s bio:

Murray made two critical moves to help the Ducks qualify for the playoffs in 2010-11. After Hiller was unexpectedly stricken with vertigo in February, Murray acquired goaltenders Ray Emery (free agent) and Dan Ellis (trade). Both Emery (7-2-0) and Ellis (8-3-1) played extremely well down the stretch, leading the Ducks on a climb that took them from 11th place to a fourth place finish in the Western Conference. Murray’s teams have now been in the playoffs nine of the last 10 NHL seasons, four with Vancouver (2001-2004) and five of six with the Ducks (2006-2009, 2011).

The telling phrase is the first.  I’ve rarely (if ever) read such an account in an executive’s bio.  Whose idea was this?  And whoever came up with this “critical moves” chronicling, Murray certainly didn’t stand in its way.  I wonder.

Oh, here you go.  He’s part of the circuit.  Gee.  What a shocker.  Born in Kingston, Ontario.  Won a Memorial with Cornwall.  Longtime scout with the Canucks.  All kinds of promotions and opportunities but he’s just a bit player in NHL history.

Bob Murray.  The great Bob Murray.

Oh.  Here’s more.  An incident at Joe Louis Arena.  There’s always a trail, isn’t there, with these kinda guys.

On May 15, 2009, Murray, who was watching a playoff game between Detroit and Anaheim from inside the press box at Joe Louis Arena, swung a chair after Anaheim’s loss. The chair struck a woman, and the police took a report. The woman did not wish to seek charges. Murray stated that it was a “complete accident.”

His facial expressions in the Boudreau conference (introducing the new coach) were really all one might need.  But some need mountains more.  So, go ahead.  Keep an eye on Mister Bob Murray.

What a guy.

As for Boudreau, nobody can fault him for taking a job in a field where there are only thirty positions.  If he wins with the Ducks for a time, he can move to a different organization.  Or maybe he’ll get along with Bob.  And Bob might stay out of his way.  All you Western Conference people will get to find out.  Do let me know how it all works out.

As for the chair incident?  How about anger management.  Our buddy Cam might join in.

Neely.

Second Period
Anaheim 1, Montreal 1

Coffee really works.  But it is a drug, I suppose.  Gulp.

Niemi is slow getting up off his pads.  Plekanec’ shot from the slot hits the goalie and the rebound is into his jersey.  Both pucks were skittering free.  And Niemi is too slow.

Canadiens can’t keep the puck in the Shark zone.  An old theme.  Sharks aren’t able to pierce the Montreal perimeter.  And Montreal wins most of the puck battles to start this period.

Darche, Nokelainen and Palushaj.

Three man entry.  Palushaj with a slapshot from the high circle.  Just outside it.  Right into a leg.

Waste of a shot.

Niemi stays low for way too long.  This time he watches from his butterfly , straightens his back leisurely as the puck leaves the zone.

Pathetic.  Bad habits.

Marleau with a step on his defender.  Shoots.  Save.  Price.  Marleau is not going to scare Carey Price.

Return rush.  Desharnais gets past three men in a race to the goalie.  And an offwing shot over the shoulder.  He’s been watching.

It’s a goal, of course.

Montreal 2, San Jose 1

Niemi plays leg-locked.  After the puck went in, he was slow getting out of his pose.  He’s always slow to react.

Not a good quality for a goalie.

Two segments later, Logan Couture scores on his offwing.  Denis labels this a mark of team character.  That’s his perceptual error.  Not mine.

Past the blocker.  Price should have had that one.

San Jose 2, Montreal 2

Another Shark rush.  Price is across like Spiderman on a clothesline.  Leg across, he photographs his own moment and the puck winks and stays out.  Thornton on the left flank like a lion.  Stoppage moments later.

One day cars are going to be as disparaged as cigarettes are today.

Houde broke into English for a moment for his new listeners; San Jose fans getting an RDS.  Viewers, whatever.

Houde welcomed them with “this is how we do it in French!”

Americans hate the French even more than Canadians do.  The haters in the room, I mean.

Eleven.

Lovely continent you’ve got here.  Uh.  Thanks (it’s not my fault).

Gionta with a quick and deliberate long shot as he crosses the blue.  NO thought for any other play though there were options.  All three are struggling.  Cammalleri, Gionta and Gomez, though Gomez is absent tonight, yet again.

If I could think like a hockey manager I’d tell you what to expect.

But.

Pierre Gauthier is fierce and knowledgeable.  And he thinks like a GM.  Who knows what will happen.

If Markov plays well ….. but we’re tired of hope.  It’s been said.  Too many times.

He’d better play well and not get injured again for fifteen years.  Isn’t that what we deserve?  Isn’t it?  Isn’t it?

The Sharks are not very convincing on defending entries.  Stick-waving and a commitment to stripping pucks behind their own net.  That’s the old Shark culture.  How much is left? Do the minimum was the motto.  And read your clippings multiple times.  Being lauded in the offseason is what they lived for.

Long puck.  Hadn’t crossed the line.  Icing.  Gionta tries for it but can’t reach it.  Long shift results.  Can’t change lines after icing.  Applies only to the team that ices.

That way a team can’t just ice liberally to change lines.  They have to work the puck out legitimately.  It means less long pucks down the boards and more passes and play-making; more exciting or compelling hockey for viewers.

Shots are tied at sixteen.

Price stops a long shot.  Holds onto it.

Cunneyworth squints as Ladouceur makes a spirited point on the bench, finger pointing to the rink somewhere and assumedly with some passion.

Marleau tries to get in and backhand past Price.  No.  Closed door.

Price is at the level.  And this is just one more solved problem on the way to challenging for top goalie in his conference.   Cross it off.  Dealing with teams of hubris.

Marleau can’t just will it past the youngster anymore.  Price is realising that what he once believed (that he was the coolest cat in the world) might still come true.  He was relieved of that flawed thinking during Halak’s great run in 09-10 and has been processing ever since.  He’s a different cat now.  And now he truly is cool.  It’s been a long journey.

Price will arrive at some point in the next two seasons.  And the fit is as unexpected as it is welcome.  It wasn’t fitting at first, Cinderella.

Marleau can’t toss Gorges around.  Thornton can’t find the openings and we just need two forwards to wake up.

Cammalleri is not working as he did in the last two games.  That goal has calmed him down.  Too much.

Eller on the right side.  The day he starts to outscore Cammalleri will be the day we all see the dominos fall.

Here he is, as I typed the above, braking and turning, braking and turning. Hash and back to the hash, like magic, unhit, untouched, the playmaker with his puck.  Finally he moves to the end line and releases the disc.  He needs a twin.

And it’s inevitable.  He works harder than anyone but Desharnais (of the forwards) and he’s game.  He wants it and he’s willing to elevate till he gets it.  And he won’t stop to read clippings.  Neither will Desharnais.  Those two are the future of this club.

Like it or not.  Max the Beak had better mind his feathers.  And he can come along if he behaves.  He’s still suspended.  Game two of three.

Chara did it on purpose.  And he shouldn’t be in hockey.

One minute.

Sharks have control but the passing is warped and the dimensions won’t cooperate.  This isn’t a hockey nexus.  More a Swamp.

Price makes another save.

Thornton and Ryan Clowe discuss events with big shoulders and manly words.  Those aren’t the ways of team.  Those are the ways of too many beers.

Sharks led on shots 12-10.  Overall, 24-18.

Second Intermission
Montreal 2, San Jose 2

A tie score at this point was once an indicator of Montreal overachievement.  Now, it’s a disappointment of grand sorts.  There’s no way this Shark team should be even close.  Price was good but he didn’t need to be great.  Except that save on Thornton.  Oh my.

Remember all the pundits who said the West would win the 10-11 Cup?  Such statements.

Certainty comes again and again until it isn’t needed anymore.

How long for you?

Third Period
San Jose 2, Montreal 2

Leblanc’s numbers; nine minutes.

Too many rookies.

But it’s good for experience.  Might be a big difference-maker in the playoffs.

Plekanec wins a draw.  From the slot.  Here come the Canadiens.  Plekanec at the hash.  Pass to the slot.  Niemi cringes.  Puck is slow and deflected.  UP.

Douglas Murray reminds me of Ceaușescu.  What country was that again?

Niemi is over the puck.  And they whistle it.  Why didn’t they whistle it in the Pittsburgh game?

I think we can expect to see the Pens get some help this season and for the rest of Crob’s career.  Too bad.

Help.

Look up Lakers and Kings (Donaghy).  Look up stars and markets.  Look up money and trees.  Oh wait.  Not the last one.

The great and near-great will be helped along.  It’s called privilege.

Where’s all the “What’s Wrong With Malkin?” stories?  Check his stats in the 08-09 run.  Compare them to Crob’s.  Malkin got the Conn Smythe that season.  For a reason.  A good set of reasons.

Kostitsyn to the net from the under the end line.  Niemi is across and flubbing with it.

He manages to trap it against the ice.

Boyle tries a tricky, pizza-ladle shot.  Lifts it and wrists.  Or drops his shoulder as he shoots.  It’s a lazy looper.  Price tracks it and blocks it.  Another shot.  Handled.  And around the net.  Bouncer.  Price gloves it down.  He serves the game as any good goalie must.  Follows and responds as needed.

It looks easier for him than for most.  And for the languid goalie, it is.  He’s gifted.   And now he’s hard-working.  So.

Eventually, a goalie makes a name and the name does some of the work for him.  Will that happen with Price?  More and more it seems possible.

Such a tough city to survive in.  Especially for a goalie.

But he seems to have the ingredients.

Six minutes gone.  Emelin touches a puck behind the Montreal net and the faceoff is to Niemi’s right.  Desharnais loses it but ties up his man sufficiently to prevent a breakout.

He’s crosschecked by Handzus after the puck moves from the area. Desharnais just gets up and skates to his appointed spot.  He never lets anything show.  Never lets anything bother him, possibly.  It works for him.  Most learn to just let him go about his business.  His unflappability earns him space and respect.

Price nearly gives it away passing to Gill at the left hash.  Some of Roy’s giveaways flash through my mind.

Twelve left.

Habs are giving up time and space to the Thornton line.  Now it’s Marleau again.  One step on Subban.  Shot.  High.  Stopped.

Keep trying.  Patrick Marleau.  Another anointed one.  I happen to like this anointee.  From Aneroid, Saskatchewan, Marleau plays a bold, dignified brand and goes to the net as capably as he skates into space.  It’s too bad about that teammate of his. Marleau is a champion uncrowned.

I’m working on that mega-chart to show where Crosby’s star is placed in the NHL constellation.  I’ve learned a few new things.  Have a few questions.  Like, who is Bobby Gould?

Cole.  Goal.

Cole.  Gould.  Accents are a strange thing.

Right to the crease.  Right to the net.  Right off the twine.  That black puck twirling.

Montreal 3, San Jose 2

Leblanc.  Left side.  Two on one.  Has Eller.  Hits him.  Backhand.  Of the pad and into the glove.

Martin doesn’t need to rush Eller into any spots.  The slow steady pressure of the truth is a motivator.  Martin is shrewd and he lets things happen in due course.  When the city starts asking why Eller isn’t starting or getting first-line minutes (not just a few but every cab driver, every falafel King, every idealistic student) then he can only shrug and make the move.

Eller will get his minutes.

Sharks with pressure.

Price is here.  There.  Across.

And has it after a long shot noodles through.  Sharks aren’t much of a team cohesion outfit, are they?  It’s all bursts and “when I feel like it”.

They unify when it’s time to do something.  And then they do their own thing again.  Some of that is from the old tank.

Denis is asked if this is the year for the Sharks.  Viewer question.  Denis’ answer is that we ought to believe yes.

Should be interesting he adds.  This is the mix, it’s thought here.  The new mix of players.

Have a laugh.

It won’t happen.  The Sharks and Thornton are done.  Sittler didn’t get a Cup.  Neither did Perreault.  Later Hawerchuk failed and then Lindros and Kariya.  Wish for it all you want.  This is an international league.

For international players.

The Canadian hockey birthright (and copyright) ended in 1972.  And the rest is just denial.

Sure there will be more great Canadian players, more great Canadian teams both on the world stage and in the NHL.  But the automatic Howe just isn’t the case anymore.

And in those days if Howe didn’t win, Richard did.  They were both Canadian.

Now we’re just happy there’s hockey.  Remember the lockout?

I am altering the deal.  Pray I don’t alter it any further. <Vader voice>

Five and a half.  Close out time.

Desharnais.  To Cammalleri.  Over the blue.  Winds up and tires the move around.  It’s not his move and the puck is lost on the boards.

Maybe he could consider adding a few new moves in the offseason.  He’s still very much a pure shooter, not likely to try a deke or fancy spin move.  And maybe he shouldn’t.

The NBA always seems more a culture of “what will he add to his game this off-season?”  When Jordan added a three-point shot, the rest of the league had to adjust.  When he upgraded the passing element.  Forget it.

I wonder if Pacioretty could add a personality this offseason?  A pleasant can-do one, perhaps?  Maybe something genuine?

Hmm.

Four minutes.

Lead seems unearned.  Cole is dumped on exit.

He’s ok.  Exhales a short “whoof” on arriving at the bench area.  Eller and Gorges stand and meet the challenge under the end line.

Forget height and weight.  Give me reps and game strength.  Some of the biggest guys you’ll meet are also some of the softest.  Working out for size is something to be aware of.  Even in pro ranks some guys weight lift for looks.

Price is low, stops one, Sharks pile into the slot.  Clowe.  Finds it.  Beats Price over the right arm.  Price is beyond annoyed.  He keeps it in.

He’s had enough of working hard and losing games.

We’re almost there.  Almost at the point that he calls someone out.  In public. Or in a way that we can tell.

Montreal 3, San Jose 3

Someone blew the coverage on Clowe on that play.  Might have been Gorges.  Or more likely a winger and Gorges had to choose between two men.

A winger.

Guess who appears in my unfair, unkind mind.

Thirty seconds.  Faceoff to Price’s left.

Montreal is out.  Plekanec leads it down the left.  Flip shot.  Nothing results.  Now Plekanec outworks two men under the end line and can’t create.  Kept in.  But no further chances.

Period ends.

Budaj is seated, chewing his gum and talking with Price at bench.  San Jose led on shots 13-10.

Overtime
Montreal 3, San Jose 3

Coffee after midnight.

West coast games are annoying but they allow for more pregame reading.

Hell’s Bells echoes through this surprisingly rollicking rink.  Yes, they are rollicking tonight.

Four on four for five minutes.

Plekanec.  Gionta.  Gorges trailing.  Plekanec slows, drops for Gorges.  Gorges Aims.  Shoots.  Defender and goalie are both in the way.  And it’s out.

Montreal ice.  Habs have more enthusiasm and perhaps more will than the home team.

This is a team that people expect to win a Cup?  Come on.

Such a we’re the show kinda team.  They’ve got the nicest jackets on the bus.

Cammalleri works then does less.  Then works again.  Two turnovers.

Three minutes.  Cammalleri and Eller were together.  Intriguing.

They’re still on.

Murray and Subban struggle.

Now Price is approached.  He gets out and aggressive.  Save.  It’s under him.  Where.  They jam.  And jam.  And jam some more.  Very aggressive and no whistle.

And it gets out.

But stays out.

Two minutes.

Cole and Desharnais.

Desharnais digs one out.  To Cole.  Across.  Finds a trailer.  Big windup and the big shot.  Niemi.  Stops it.  Cole can’t take it to the net.

More Montreal pressure.  Right point.  Subban.  All of it.  Man at the net.  Niemi holds on.

Niemi is getting up a bit more quickly this period.

Deep right faceoff.  One oh two.

We don’t give a hoot about one point in the bank.

It’s the Canadiens.  Not some 7-9 warm-weather vacation club.

Havlat.  Price the save.  Another long shot.  Off something.

Clowe.  Creating serious problems.

Can’t be shoved off the puck.

Period ends.  Subban sliding across broken sticks.

Cunneyworth sighs without breathing.  Reaches into his pocket.

Shootout
Montreal 3, San Jose 3

Just not Gionta.  Please.

Leblanc might be good.

Cole.  Desharnais.

Plekanec.

Whatever.  Just score.

Niemi.  What a clown.

Clowe is first.  For San Jose.

Clowe fakes a shot.  Moves in.  Save.  Price did an arm thing, too.  Both arms up.  A fake.  Interesting.

Cammalleri.  Shot off the post on a hesitation.

Crossbar.  Nicely done.

Havlat.

Why does Havlat look so much like Jagr?

Fakes.  Shoots.  Low to the right pad side.  Sudden.  And in.

Oh.  They’re both Czech.

Cole.

Fake.  Shot.  Way wide.   Head fake, standing.

Couture.  Is stopped on a mid-slot shot.

Gionta.

I won’t say it.

And he scores to shut me up, anyway.

Faked, deked and scored under the left pad.  Ties it up.  He looks more relieved than I’ve ever seen him look.

Handzus.  Scores.  Over Price’s right side.

Desharnais.  Of course.  He scores.  Of course.

Over the left shoulder.  He has something to prove.

Boyle.  Slows and slows and slows. And Price is bigger, and bigger and bigger.  Stopped on the glove side.

Moen.

What the beak.

Faked.  Had him.  Over the net.   Backhander from left to right.

Pavelski.

Brakes and scores.

Subban.  Nice fake.  Niemi got his toe across.  Right toe.

Too slow.

Final Score
San Jose 4
Montreal 3 (SO)

HDS Stars: Ryane Clowe, David Desharnais, Martin Havlat
RDS Stars: Joe Pavelski, David Desharnais, Erik Cole

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