Downie hacks Moen right in the mid-section. Replay shows how deliberate and iron-hawk it was. Man. Sticks are like email. They make people brave.
Carlyle is hiding his disappointment behind his ferocity.
We see a shot of the King bench and I don’t see a lot of silver glitter. The days of grainy gay and grey gretzky are done. It’s all matte and mute now. The uniforms look fat letter and thick font. They’re not bad but they’re not compelling.
Heatley is in. Uses the screen. One-on-two. Leans left. Shoots. High. Glove. The glove. The Pricey, dicey, smiling red gant glove. We loves it.
Canadiens win the faceoff on the glistening ice. Boston’s logo at centre ice, as I’ve said often, is compelling and tonight it is nearly majestic. I’m glad to return to a traditional rivalry with the usual suspects on a Tuesday night when only those who care about and understand the teams involved are watching. More or less.
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.
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.
Canadiens poem. Nomadic.
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?
Canadiens blurb. BP Nation.
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.
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.
Canadiens poem. Been a while, eh?
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.
We see that NAPA commercial where a female cop busts an elderly couple making out in some out of the way spot. Now why is it that cops feel comfortable knocking on steamy car windows with their flashlights? What purpose does this serve? What community-protection principle are they serving?
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.
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The goalie is sliding helplessly toward the right faceoff circle. He is leaving the top-most right corner of his crease. Helpless spaceman adrift.
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Theodore is like a small boy. Compact. Quick. Varlamov is watching maskless from the bench. Curious look on his face. Theodore is tested by Malkin twice at the side of the net, now. Stands true.
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Theodore was ruined by this city. And Price is getting ruined. His confidence. How much pedestal and pillory can a person take?
Sergei is also back. And he's with his best linemate match this season. His older brother. Andrei is flying from the word go. There is nothing like playing with his younger brother for the reserved Belarusian.