Where was this in the first? (It's a Kilgour's night)

Symmetry is a pyramid. Atop is a lion. Son nom est Maurice. Ou Guy. Ou Jean. (And a visit from Le Pilote)

So many things to take offence over in today's NHL, eh?

If you don’t watch the team, don’t defend Cammalleri. It wasn’t English or French. It was a do-nothing player daring to throw his team under the bus.

There are two kids in Canadiens regalia behind Martin. One is a portly redhead about five years old. He bears further scrutiny. He’s in his own loud, jumping fanatic world. They showed him after the last Montreal goal.

Darche likes Eller. No surprise.

Replay shows the wreckage of Ranger players as Subban raised his stick, paused and finally, a fallen Ranger and four others, immobile blue statues waiting, the puck was launched.

Tortorella’s expression is nearly unfathomable.

Violins aren’t going to convince me that cars are beautiful.

Canadiens have nearly been tranquilized into a Ranger torpor of their own.

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.