There’s a lot of tells
Canadiens poem. Dance, Boston, dance.
I agree. Keep the shootout. Unskilled players oppose the shootout. Or traditionalists. What is more reflective of hockey than skills? In Quebec, growing up, there was nothing else to consider.
I think Steve Begin is going to coach in the NHL one day.
Highlights. Boston scores. And again. Krejci and Chara. A Czech cab-driver assured me last winter that David Krejci will be better than Jaromir Jagr when their careers are done. He was quite confident. He was about 49 years old.
Latendresse paints the wall with a Flame. This slow version of the team is not good for turnover ratios. Gill, Laraque and Stewart are all puck-possession liabilities. They are each aggression assets, though. What horror when they’re on the ice simultaneously. I guess they’re our Boston-Philly antidote.
In the meantime, hatred became a common elixir for me to deal with this new end-of-season elimination spectacle that saw the Canadiens go from common champion to chump commoner.
Fault-finding, aside from its impact on technique, on practice or method, is a wasted energy.
Theodore was ruined by this city. And Price is getting ruined. His confidence. How much pedestal and pillory can a person take?
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.
Kostopoulos. Scuffle. He gets punched by Kessel. Kosto punched him first. Thomas glides backward butt first to protect and separate. It’s comical. It works. But Kosto finds Lucic instead. On the glass behind the net.
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.