Showing posts with label Get out there on the ice and let 'em know you're there. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Get out there on the ice and let 'em know you're there. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Habs 0, Gerbe 2: Beware the signs of W1L1


Feeling lethargic? A tweak in your knee? Unable to complete a pass or find your feet taking more than your stick? Do you find yourself shooting the puck directly into someone's chest? Have you even SEEN the other end of the rink?

I fear you may suffer from W1L1.

This usually happens after a seriously fun and exciting offensive game where everything was going your way. Sadly someone in charge decided to play defense and chided any of the dreaded offensive creativity which is a serious symptom of W1L1.

Other symptoms include the point pairing of Hamr/Picard for your first wave on the first powerplay of the game you get while ignoring all goals scored on the PP included Wiz paired with Subban. Mix that together with giving Ryan Miller the easiest night of his life while failing with an empty net behind you, and you're dealing will full blown W1L1.

There are a few known cures:
- Having an awesome goalie.
- Scoring some goals.
- Listening to Kirk Muller.
- Winning the next game.

Players and fans suffering from W1L1 can take some pleasure in the loss totally fucking over the Leaf.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Habs 6, Bruins 8: Game of the Year

All the recap you need.
If you missed it, you suck.

I felt like I went back in time to the 1980s. Habs-Bruins line brawls galor. I half expected Chris Nilan to jump in and pound the snot out of Lucic 'cause god knows he was running away from Moen.

Old time hockey. They brought their fucking toys.

Though once the dust had settled one wonders how many games Campbell will give his son for carving Pyatt's face with his elbow pad. Ya right.

Gionta's 20th goal of the year. All other Habs goals were by Bulldogs, with 2 by Pacioretty who took a beating all game including a temporarily crippling slash to the foot and head shot. Four powerplay goals! Forget the loss. It was clownshoes and the guys know it. Defense on either side shit the bed, the Bruins had 18 shots on Price in the first and could have easily gone 8-0 right then, while Thomas found himself with little help as well. Probably would have been a lower-scoring game in a 60 minute shootout. The coaches probably figured pulling their goalies for backups was irrelevant and would only run up the score higher.

But we, the fans, don't care about that part! 'Cause it was like the rivalry of old, reinvented in a modern era where bench clearing brawls are a casualty of new rules and line brawls are as rare as Pyatt scoring. Benoit Pouliot finally did something this year and one-punch dropped Krejci who suddenly thinks he's a fighter. One thing we discovered about Boston? Their penalty boxes are way too fucking small.

Then there's this:

And you wonder why he spends most of his summer roping cows in rodeos?
At the end of the 2nd Price waited for Thomas before leaving the ice and the two stick tapped.
That's how goalies shake hands.


You know, I haven't seen this type of Team Toughness from this team in a long time. Actually last time was against Boston. Habs were destroying the Bruins good (I believe Auld was in nets for most of it). It was Price's rookie year. Julien sent the thugs out, Kostopoulos led the charge to fight back. He eventually got tossed and suspended a game but was still the game star and came out in shorts to toss some sticks to the fans. Something a certain enforcer never managed to rally...