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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Habs 1, Canes 1, Hamr 1 on the wrong net: Facepalm


See those targets?

Perhaps to prove a point, Coach Martini should tell the goalies to go work on the other rink and set this up for the remaining players. Place a pile of pucks on the ice and attach shock buzzers to their asses. If they don't shoot the puck fast enough on target or tip it fast enough, Kirk Muller gets to zap them.

But who am I kidding... Coach Martini forgot what might motivate players. Then again, he doesn't know when to call a timeout or to pull the goalie for the extra man, or to say "HEY YOU GUYS, TWO FUCKING POINTS AND SIXTY FUCKING MINUTES! DO IT!" That's Kirk Muller, who I think is getting contradicted by HC Jacques Martini by how befuddled they appear behind the bench.

Another thing that might work: look up urgency in the dictionary, rip out the page, circle the word and definition, paste it to the wall, and walk away.

Hey, not every player hails from Harvard University.

Time for the Habs Seder.

Question 1: Why on this night was Pyatt scratched when on every other night his energy is a big factor on the ice?

Question 2: Why on this night can we not leave the ice without losing more players to injury?

Question 3: Why on this night does Hamr not know how to pile drive the puck into the OTHER net?

Question 4: Why on this night do the Habs have to totally shit the bed and fall to 8th spot?

Bonus question 'cause Eliyahu has taken all the wine: Why on this night do the idiots in the cheap seats think it's proper to boo the only one on your home team that got a game star? DOUCHEBAGS.

Pick up your socks, boys. You're back in 8th.