Showing posts with label don't waste my time and I won't waste yours. Show all posts
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Friday, February 22, 2013

Habs 3, Islanders 4 (OT): Gained a point, lost a point

Much like the Habs, I don't really have the energy to recap this one so I'll just let the Islanders walk all over me and write it themselves.

Suckers! You might be first in the East for now (and well, still are, for now) but we know your weak spots. It's those Russians who can't keep up with our speedy forwards and your coach's inability to realize that Tavares and PK are best friends and would love to cancel each other out. Check the ice time sheet. HIS NAME IS PK! Thank you for not playing him on the PK so we could score two goals easily. That Diaz guy? He's like the equivalent of a prairie dog when he plays the penalty kill, of which he did for 3 minutes and 10 seconds. Hilarious.

You know what else is hilarious? Max Pacioretty. I mean, did you see that? He had a hat trick on his stick with a wide open empty net and still managed to shoot the puck into Nabby! We all bowled over with laughter on that. And that two-man advantage you guys got when everyone was getting free hooking penalties? Again, I know we're glad someone burned the tapes from last year because you guys didn't use your clutch shooter...named PK. Instead we saw that Diaz-Markov pairing that shit the bed most of the game. Guess it means nothing when PK helped set up the first powerplay goal you guys scored on us early.

We loved your shitty coaching decisions. Makes our mafia guy look like a genius.
  Thanks. At least they weren't wearing those shitty 3rd jerseys.

Meanwhile... Carey Price wins the internet.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Big Georges has left the building

Laraque has been told to stay home. Well, his two minutes of ice time weren't doing anything anyway, and he usually just stood around and watched as the players he was paid to help protect got concussed.

Yea, I'm gonna tell you something about this. I was very happy when BGL was signed. But I don't know what happened to him the summer after getting that contract. I knew he wasn't the Laraque that played with the Oilers, but he wasn't even the same Laraque that played with the Penguins...

I'm not happy about the buyout. I can only hope he retires after realizing he's not going to get anything and focus himself on doing the good deeds he's famous for. On one hand, it's honorable of Bob to give a seasoned vet the no-movement clause because any classless organization would have waived him and buried his ass in the minors. But the Habs are all class. So yea, I was none too pleased of Laraque's spur of the moment morning outburst on how the Habs have no class to do this to him during these difficult times what with the earthquake in Haiti and all. However, Bob was gonna dump him LAST week, but decided against it because of the earthquake. They even offered him the option of taking time off to deal with it (like they did with Rhino to tend to his ailing parent). But how long do you wait eh? I've had colleagues fired from work as they came back from paternity leave even though they were the savior of the company (no joke, long story about quality assurance and idiots) and did nothing to merit their dismissal. But in Laraque's case, it was going on too long. Yes, he's a good guy, a good teammate, but it still hurts them and us fans when we see him not doing his job...not even checking anyone...not even reacting to being checked by a so-called willing partner. He didn't scare anyone.

Later he changed his tune on the earlier outburst. However he still thinks some team will want him. Bob tried to trade him to no avail...

So this is where we are. A 22-man roster. I don't much understand the cockamamie rules of the NHL but fucking hell Jacques, call up some Bulldogs and make yourself a proper 4th line. The Habs need bite. They need energy. They need White, Pyatt, Conboy or Neilson. Hell, Stewie could probably go there too. But Martin is too incompetent to use a proper ass-kicking fourth line and instead wants our big boy Rhino who was being groomed into being a meanie defenceman regressed into a confused child.

Good bye Big Georges. Please, just retire. You're past your due date. And it'll save us the cap space.

And fuck you, Jacques Martin. You're game plan makes me wish Guy Fucking Carbonneau was still coach for fuck's sakes. May Kirk Muller yell in your ear more as he tries desperately to energize this lifeless team.

Hey Bob. Hire me to coach. I'll do it for free.

In serious news, I send my well wishes to Jean Beliveau who was admited to hospital today after suffering another stroke. All news indications I've heard claims he's doing fine so hopefully he'll be up and about soon. Let us all hope so!