Thoughts while watching the game again in compacted format
Canadiens blurb. Official Triumphalism.
In front. Puck bobbling. Coverage bungles. Bryzgalov has trouble trapping it. Chaos of the seven-second near-crease variety occurs. The voices in the booth crack and stretch. Russia survives.
Hockey poem. Olympics.
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.
Montreal Mystique Interviews Jean Béliveau (Dec 30, 2009). Béliveau may be the greatest captain the game has seen. He was offered the Governor Generalship of the country in the mid-nineties and remains an active Montreal Canadiens ambassador.
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.
Canadiens poem. End of an era.
My sources say that Montreal Canadiens general manager Bob Gainey may be stepping down.
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.
Canadiens poem. Or
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?
Canadiens poem. Roman.
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.
Canadiens poem.
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.
Montreal Mystique interviews Ulf Nilsson. Part I of II.
Halcyon. And the hitting increases. Crowd is blister and banana. Apes in heat. Whistle reduces the rabble.