Canadiens poem. Andrei Kostitsyn.
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Canadiens poem. Andrei Kostitsyn.
Canadiens poem. Premiere ligne.
Canadiens poem. AK 46.
I think I’m about 20-22 commercials away from cheering against Team Canada. As usual. Will they lay off already? And then the homer announcing is going to start. Can they at least try to be balanced? Just try?
Price’s positioning is prescient panther. Great saves as the puck moves on long lines, always the hypotenuse when Crosby passes. His pucks stretch vectors, make Tron victims of defenders.
Bergeron goes down the right side to start the team. He moves in on pad and crease. Whack. Goes out. Andrei. Raises his hands like Superman. Smiles like a vacationer.
Just over five minutes left. Hunger. Ice-tracks. Roughness. Moen nails Foote. Crowd loves it. Now Laraque is trying a one-hand back-hand wraparound and is taken down. This one could have been called. Crowd sounds unruly. Booing is scattered but breakless now and the crowd is cheering three different chants. Chaos on the ice reflects the crowd’s anger and unease. Just adrenalin and effort from both teams. Goals come from these heartbeast moments.
A list on a whiteboard, a splash on film, an auditorium of international scouts. How many sports psychologists can a team hire?
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Hockey is the home and hallmark of the unskilled athlete. In no sport (except perhaps baseball) can the pugilist non-athlete survive for so long. Granted things have changed, are changing and certainly look very different from 1975. Hell, from 1995.
This team is nothing without Mats Sundin. Those Toronto fans and media who criticized him for not waiving his no-trade at last year's trade deadline were a factor in his deciding to leave. Goose and the golden egg.
Islanders take another penalty. Blake Comeau. He hit Kostitsyn from behind. Could have been a payback hit but it looked chicken cheap. Strutting tough in the barnyard.
Old-school refs. Just making things even. Huet exaggerates the hit, too. Falls like a dehydrated, lunging elephant. Legit call, though.
This line is heart and pulse. Half-moon turn and standing backhand control shown by Tanguay at the tip top of the high slot. Then Koivu shows some of his own circular in the neutral zone. Ligne Internationale. Flags flap. More goals to follow.
Mike Fisher is on the ice. He hasn’t been the same player for quite some time. It’s a bonus for Montreal each time we play them. Something like Darcy Tucker’s emotional absence from the Leafs two seasons ago.
I've had enough of Benoit Brunet. From Pierre Houde's expressions, it would seem he has been feeling the same for weeks or maybe even months. Brunet is not a quarter the outstanding colour-man that Pednault was. Brunet may improve, of course. We shall see.
San Jose can't establish control anymore. And after a lot of mid-ice dithering and some San Jose dump-ins, the period ends, mercifully for Team Teal.
Hartnell is like a guy who fixes a tv by kicking it. Just on force, he manages to water-buffalo his way through two Canadiens and gets a shot off. High and wide but his single-mindedness is notable.
On the second of two games in two nights, the Canadiens let their tongues hang, tails point and went for the flanks-shuddering sprint.
Yes, Montreal is in the midst of the worst stretch of the season. And this will be the turning point for one of the more dramatic team turnarounds in recent NHL history. Herewith, the ten biggest reasons why we can expect it:
10. Mathieu Dandenault - The most under-appreciated of a significant handful of [
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The saying for both quarterbacks and goaltenders goes something like; Win and you get too much of the credit, lose and shoulder too much of the blame.
That look from the coal-lined innards of an oven. Plekanec has scored at last. It's validation. The type of outcome that causes more not less with a player like Plekanec.