Monday, May 10, 2010

Summary of Game 6

On behalf of this professional photographer whose lens is probably wicked awesome, I apologize for the half-lack of Cammyface

I ate more of those lucky cupcakes. They worked.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

History can be made.

So after yesterday's game, some people's motivation started to dwindle a little, because maybe the Pittsburgh Penguins are out to kill the Habs' entire defence, or maybe the Canadiens will just be outplayed at some point, but I'm staying positive.

Why, you ask? Because today I saw the Canadiens win the Stanley Cup.


Okay, it was just the 1986 Final on NHL Network, but still. Go Habs Go!

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Sorry, mommies.

Apologies to the Habs' moms, who maybe would have liked a win the day before Mother's Day. I guess they have to settle for flowers. And the satisfaction of knowing that Sidney Crosby's mom might be crying because her son, the Avatar of hockey players, couldn't score in an empty net. (If Momsby exists, that is, because all I hear about is his wackjob of a dad, although I think once my mom said there was an article about his mom in like, Homemakers or one of those magazines that mothers tend to read.)

One major reason behind the Habs' loss tonight: At some point, Marc-André Fleury looked at that other goalie across the ice and was like "Okay, yeah, if Jaro can do it, I can totally do it. I have a gold medal, after all." (Don't tell his mom he got that gold medal for free, or that it might be made from Ferrero Rocher wrappers.)

So, if you're disappointed by this loss, just think of Jaroslav Halak leading by example. Or think of the fact that apparently Habs-Pens 2010 is similar to Isles-Pens 1993 (that's what NHL.com told me), and I think you guys know why comparisons to the 1993 playoffs would make a Habs fan smile.
Or, just think of the tremendous facial hair going on these playoffs. I'm still expecting the best out of my team, but tonight they forced me to settle for a consolation prize. And that was assessing whose facial hair was most creative.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Despite the refs' best efforts, Canadiens win.

I'm using the exact same picture as Habs Inside/Out because it's just too good to pass up

The series is now tied 2-2.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Hollywood: Get this guy to do your Oscar campaigns...

... because he's really after that Douchebag of the Year title.

As if giving a guy a concussion (yes, I know we're not supposed to like Marc Savard, but at least for the sake of this argument, Bruins are people too), taking out our top defenceman for the rest of the season, and just generally being awful weren't enough, Matt Cooke has gone after the Habs' greenest player.

Cooke said that Montreal rookie defenseman P.K. Subban “cut his skate all up” after a first-period hit.
“Thankfully, my foot wasn’t touched,” said Cooke, who  had to leave the ice for a few minutes to have his skate repaired.
A highly-regarded 20-year-old, Stubban sliced a tendon in the foot of Penguins center Jordan Staal in Game 1 on a hit at center ice. 
“It’s the second time (it’s happened),” said Cooke, who scored Pittsburgh’s lone goal early in the first period. “I know it’s not a penalty when skates collide but for that to happen in back-to-back games by the same guy is suspicious.”
(Yes, they totally spelled it as "Stubban" that time. Sound off in the comments section.)

Does Cooke have nothing better to do than cook up conspiracy theories about good-natured rookies? Did he set out to have half our friends change their Facebook status to "Ta gueule, Matt Cooke"? Is he stupid, arrogant, misquoted or racist? Whatever the case may be, Matt Cooke, the jerk store called, and they're running out of you.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Round Two: One to one

Final score, 3-1 for Montreal.
Take THAT, Penguins! Pittsburgh can keep trying to kill our defencemen one by one, but we'll just have to get out revenge by winning games. And just because the Habs are gentlemen, there will probably be no murder of Penguins. That's animal cruelty.

K, but if you run into this guy, do whatever you want

So as it turns out, even the evil NBC and their programming ways can't get the best of our Habs. (I almost want to think that this Sunday game happened to tire the Habs out a little, because NBC is apparently terrified of even the remotest possibility of two Canadian teams making it to the Stanley Cup Finals. Because two Canadian hockey teams playing each other would make for bad television? Dear major American networks: you can't judge that anymore. Love, Rookie. PS: If you need extra help around the office, I'm willing to relocate.) 

Oh, and by the way, there's a reason why Pittsburgh is trying to kill every defenceman Montreal has. First, I thought that by going after my absolute favourite current Canadien, Matt Cooke was just campaigning for Douchebag of the Year. But no. It's because the defence is doing exactly what it needs to do. There are still a lot of shots on goal, yes, but with dudes like Evgeni Malkin and That Tim Hortons Mascot on the opposing team, I'm not surprised. When's the last time you heard someone complain about Hal Gill? Certainly not this week, unless the person complaining is a moron. The defence is there, the team is still in it, and all the guys that Bob Gainey bought over the summer are looking like excellent purchases.


By the way, I'm starting a baseball team and Mike Cammalleri is the first guy I'm calling.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

This hurts

As usual, Canadiens.com released a new desktop wallpaper with this month's calendar and scheduled games on it.

Unfortunately, the timing of changing wallpaper on May 1 when your star defenceman was knocked down on April 30th, couldn't be worse.

Coach has said that Andrei Markov is out for "an indeterminate period." I'm guessing he learned that wording from the transit commission... when you hear that your metro is out of service "pour une durée indéterminée," you know you're screwed. I'm pretty sure this is the same kind of situation.
What's the hockey equivalent of sighing deeply, sitting on the floor of the metro station for a few minutes, then losing patience and going outside in hopes of finding a cab? Do I even want to know?