Briere has a “my business here is done” look on his face as he settles onto the bench. It was done here a long time ago, bud. Now you’re just wasting everyone’s time. Must be nice. Four-gamer.
Stick to Price’s mask as he lies on the ice. And the Flyers jam at it like witch-hunters. And it goes in. Hartnell’s pitchfork was sharpest.
Demers talks about Neuvirth a bit. Then he references the NFL. He wants to know what the details are on injuries. Renaud Lavoie adds that in a serious league, we are told what is going on. Oh, get over it. In a league run by gambling interests, we are told what is going on. Be glad that this league, your NHL, doesn’t have the same type of transparency.
I think Steve Begin is going to coach in the NHL one day.
We get a brief shot of the Pittsburgh bench. The grey ash of the crowd is behind the players' winking white helmets. And a balding dude who resembles Rick Tocchet is behind the Penguin players. I wonder how bad it all smells. Hockey is one of the most unpleasant-smelling of the sports.
Bruins move it out. They are bent raster and dusty spider; confused offensive.
Canucks set it up. Pass goes to the slot. Sedin. For Sedin. I watch the back of the net. Old, haunted child reflex. It stays white. Whistle. Someone falls on Halak. Nothing else.
More Olympics-flavoured commercials. The experiment is a grand disaster already and threatens to be one of the great white elephants in Canadian history. It will be a worse economic blunder than the 1976 Olympics in Montreal. Felicitations.
Not good enough. How do we know Cormier is a good kid? Just watch this kid, Cormier. Take a look at how he carries himself in the future. And look at the tape; see how he carried himself in the past. And then decide for yourself. Lots of guys don’t have track records. And yet they manage not to commit these kinds of attacks. Is Cormier as good as those kids? Mistakes don’t happen at random. They happen as part of a pattern of behaviour.
We hear that Panther snarl over the PA system. If we didn’t have audio recording technology, somebody might have to provoke a panther after every goal. Another plus for technology. I guess they could provoke an ocelot or a very big housecat. All you’d need then is a megaphone. Hmm.
Bettman and the Governors should have to ref games. You know. Just like how state governors should be on the front lines in Iraq. Get going. Oh. And get back to work you others over there. You slum-rogues.
Then we see the rapidly declining Subway franchise try and convince us they are still cool and relevant. No. Maybe the odd location but as an entity, you have entered the Roman phase of your fast-food history.
Referee Bill McCreary has such an earnest, honest woodsman’s face. Healthy grizzly mustache to go with it. Or do you prefer moustache?
This whole mob thing is very annoying. Why do we have to have the mob hanging around? And why does every country have a version? One day the universe will swallow something.
Crowd rises like yeast. The smell is bitter. The ice is cold. The action is froth. Whistle. Commercial. Not a beer one.
This guy in the Maple Leaf bacon commercial is a great actor. I can’t help but be creeped out by his “Mom, make me and my girlfriend some breakfast” shtick. This one isn’t dubbed and the French version features different actors and is more powerful than the English one. Because of this guy. Guys with curly hair have perceptual disadvantages (and advantages) that the rest of us don’t have.
Ted Leonsis, Washington’s chief cheese has that “I’m somebody” demeanour. He’s chewing on pistachios and wearing a Hugo Boss suit. Well, I don’t know what he’s chewing and the suit could easily be a Moore’s. Leonsis has a tan and very black hair. Deeply black.
Buffalo’s giveaways are so out of character that I wonder about all kinds of things. Buffalo is ranked second in the Eastern Conference and fourth in the league. For total points. Their giveaway-takeaway ratio is 435-229. That leaves them at -206, the third-worst rating in the NHL. Montreal is at -259 and Edmonton is worst at -282.
Halcyon. And the hitting increases. Crowd is blister and banana. Apes in heat. Whistle reduces the rabble.
Milbury pisses me off with his talk of hard-nosed Team Canada forwards as we see his picks and CBC gets the mute for the first time tonight. Milbury’s team is missing Toews. Glenn Healey’s picks look like a faster team. Are we going to get embarrassed on the world stage again? Get ready, we look as if we’ll lack speed, skill and class. What’s left that can win it? Goaltending, defence, intimidation and home ice advantage. Might be enough. Is that how you want to win?
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?
The apologists for fighting are legion in hockey. Nothing of the sort in MLB, NBA and NFL ranks. Somehow the culture of lugs hasn’t survived as well in those leagues. Plenty of morons in those ranks as well but the reffing and the culture of violence is far worse in hockey. Yeah, I’m throwing the reffing in there. Wanna go?
Highlights. Sean Avery still has an NHL job. Well, nobody should complain about anyone else, then. Free passes for all. It’s interesting that Ovechkin’s celebrations get more anger than Avery’s antics. Measure it yourself. Google and count the hits. Or bring up the players in living rooms or pubs. See for yourself.
Gill looks like a bubble gum boy (a tall one) as he stands and smiles, disappointed with the penalty call against him. He keeps looking up at the scoreboard screen for the replay. He needs to decide how he really feels. Montreal will go to the penalty-kill without one of their first-pairing defenders. Gill has been getting a lot of PK responsibility.
Buffalo’s site, like many NHL sites for American-based teams, has a “Buy This” entry page and you can only enter the site by clicking the ad. I feel shrugged-shoulder about it. Selling tickets makes sense. But aesthetics count. And so does soft selling. It’s complex, eh.
On Montreal ice. Below the hash. Puck is moving without challenge. Montreal is watching again. Tired? It’s Moen and Plekanec. And now Atlanta will score. Pass goes to the slot. Shot. It should have gone in. Price got over there. Like a Flintstone rolling. Whatever works. What a save. Thrashers feel robbed. Shoulders slump. Commercial break will extend that feeling for the blue boys.
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.
The Flyers are a poor team and we are playing worse than they are. Philadelphia can’t pass, can’t skate and can’t commit to this game. And the Canadiens, far more skilled and professional in their attitude are about even in time of possession. Really shameful.
Centennial Game. Brunet says the Canadiens have shown a lot of character tonight. I agree. It’s not easy to play well and play a mortal’s game on a night when mortals are perceptually immortalized. But if one sees enough of these celebrations, one becomes impervious to them, I’ll venture.