Here's how it goes.
It was reported that new Coach Yippee-Ki-Yay wanted to open things up offensively with the Devils, especially after the very expensive acquisition of Kovalchuk fucking up the League's payroll schematics. However they went on a terrible tear, and poor Marty Brodeur's stats were suffering because he no longer found himself protected by the choking defensive shell that's going to vault him into the Hall of Fame. Marty made a big stink to the media, throwing his defense (or lack of) under the bus because the Devils can't dress a full roster and a sudden rash of injuries have piled all the pressure on Andy Greene to save his career and Lou Lamoriello's face.
Enter the Habs, seemingly ill-prepared from the 4 days off that killed any momentum they got from the pretty good start they had, and they happily stepped into the Devils' trap who have happily reverted back to their dull, boring, snuff the life out of your arena style else they find themselves on Marty's dinner plate. Brodeur gets a shutout. A couple of lucky bounces get scored. A terrible job by Stephan Auger who makes me believe there was some truth to Alex Burrows' claim (that or Lou paid him off to fix this much needed win by his team). And voila. Habs fans go to sleep. Devils get a dull win. The Bell Centre crowd was too bored to even boo and probably wanted their money back.
At least Kovalchuk didn't score, which just tells you about how the goals were scored (cafouillage behind the net, deflection off Boyd, traffic off a lost icing faceoff 'cause Pouliot fell on his face and missed the puck). Though the Habs couldn't even score on a WIDE OPEN EMPTY NET. Jerks. One scoring chance does not a game make.
And the PP is still poo poo. Call up Weber.
The Montreal Canadiens: we're your slump busters. No, not you Ottawa. Go away.
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