Nice job helping your backup goaltender. Seven, eight, maybe ten, maybe twelve guys are picking and choosing their times to exert and when to relax. It’s an art. Like the cab driver who catches all the reds and pretends he’s driving the Queen’s Cadillac stretch and slows for every speed bump. Wow. What an important vehicle you must own, sir. Are you protecting your expensive shock absorbers?
Jacques is in an all-brown costume. Velour-looking jacket and near turtleneck without the turtle part. Tip-top friendly. Demers reminds us that the last time the Canadiens played Toronto, Kaberle had four points.
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.
Crosby gets down the left side. Creates. Stops. Turns and looks from the hash. Backhand pass to Gonchar in the mid-slot. Beautiful play. Very Oiler. Vintage Grape Gretzky. Gonchar’s finish is almost as skilled. Puck goes from skate to forehand to backhand to the five-hole as Prices crosses. Experts’ goal. Have another glass.
RJ Umberger makes his way right to Price on the next incursion and Brunet chuckles as Price makes the save. It continues to amuse people that Umberger became Bobby Orr for one series in his life (Philadelphia-Montreal in 07-08). I’m not amused. Accidental greatness isn’t something I approve of.
Canadiens fans start a cheer but a shot bounces towards and eludes Price. Odd goal. Just under his left arm and he turns like a catcher reaching for dropped ice cream as the puck bounds over the line and twirls in the Montreal net.
Caps pull their goalie. They maintain control all the while. Just under a minute. Shot by Ovechkin. Price loses his stick. Shot after shot. Price. Post. Price. Skelter scramble in front of the net. Three white jerseys fall all around the puck. Four.
Pacioretty is thrown to the ice like a mannequin by Carolina defenceman Andrew Alberts. Slides into the corner unharmed. Pacioretty has to hit the weights and steaks (and that doesn’t mean I’m condoning the lethal burger and hubris combo).
We get some convention centre footage. Interesting to see a shot of Bob Gainey walking away from Brian Burke with an unimpressed look on his face. Burke sauntered over to an area where Gainey was conversing with Flames GM Darryl Sutter (who is a native of Viking, Alberta for those of you who are intrigued with small Alberta towns).
Price’s mask is in commemoration of Remembrance Day. Nice sentiment. But perhaps it misses the bigger picture; the glorification of war is not the best cause to support. Not unless the events of such a day are more graphic in their condemnation of war and the senseless loss of life it produces. It’s a longer discussion and if people don’t like hearing it during a sports communiqué, perhaps we should consider removing mask and anthem gestures from the sporting arena.
Captain Canada scores.
Craig is working against Gorges down in the corner to the right of Price. Lasts an almost Adams Division length of time. And then it does. Mucking on the boards. We just don’t see much of it anymore. It’s a game of calisthenics, sprints, skirmishes and cardio. It’s as close to classic international hockey as we’ve ever seen it. Now imagine if they went to a larger ice surface to compensate for the growing size of the players.
Silence these beasts.
Kostitsyn curls over the high slot and everyone is out of position. A woman screeches twice. She sounds too young to be his mother. Nothing else results. Canadiens continue to dominate following this sequence, however. Atlanta is showing the disinterest of a perennial 7-9 team.
Montreal’s efforts just don’t have enough slow-down-and-look. No Ribeiro dangles, no Tanguay glissade magic, no Koivu panache, no Kovalev fear and fury. Where is the style? Where are the creative plays? Where is the Montreal Mystique?
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.
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.