This is what happens in the West Island on a Saturday Night

That's what's currently piled in my kitchen. Still some left in the fridge too. I'm sure it would have been more if my buddy Etienne had joined us, but he was at a wedding. For the record, I only had ONE Boreal Rousse.

So I was being social and having a house warming party 5 months after the fact I moved in while the Habs won their final pre-season game in what sounded like a raucous of a penalty fest, battle back, team building type game. Well it sounded way better than that fucking mailed in snooze fest I witness last year where the Wild basically practiced their damn trap on us in a 3-0 loss. (Thankfully it was free). And the things you learn from CTV News highlights!

1. Price's glove isnt a problem as the douchebags keep trying to make it. Got the play of the day too!

2. STEWIE SCORED ON RYAN FUCKING MILLER! Too bad it's not a real goal. The kid deserves a real goal. Even Metro thinks so.

3. I think I'm in love with Ryan O'Byrne.

4. I know I'm in love with Brian Gionta.

5. WTF were they doing that tallied up 42 penalty minutes in only 2 periods?!

As a side note: if Kaleta isn't suspended for boarding/injuring Pyatt at least we have the satisfaction of knowing Rhino rearranged his face in return. Too bad too, Pyatt was really starting to grow on me... Hope he comes back soon.

It's off to the Ranch. And then it's off to Truculent Toronto. Apparently Big George will make it too.

A note of thanks and a grand welcome

I can summarize my feelings when the news broke in a simple sentence: thank fucking god it wasn't Quebecor!

And so I would like to take this opportunity to express my thanks to Mr. Gillett for all he has done for my city and the Canadiens. You were truly a great owner and a wonderful person. And I hope you will continue to visit the team from your usual seat just by the glass in the corner of the rink, where your cherub face and gracious smile always was a pleasant sight to be hold as the team scored a few goals. I thank you for taking hold of this team and continuing it's long tradition when the locals around town turned their backs and shunned it. I thank you for leading us out of those dark days where it felt like there was little to no hope of seeing a Stanley Cup return to town. We may not have won anything that grand during your tenure, but the path has been cut and I have faith your efforts have helped this team turn back into a strong contender. I thank you for the wonderful practice facility where the players can basically move into and workout all day or unwind in a top-of-the-line gym or relax in their common rec room and challenge one another to Mario Kart or Guitar Hero. I thank you for updating the scoreboard into that lovely giant behemoth of crystal clear clarity. I thank you for bringing the ice rinks/summer play areas to our less fortunate city zones. I thank you for that lovely Centennial Plaza, where I hope to see my brick one day. (I have two, my father got the family one, and I received one with my playoff tickets which I used as a forum to express my thanks for all the memories I had this year to a few players that I truly love, though I love them all but couldn't fit all their numbers on the brick). And for being there when your players needed you, helping them through troubled times and injury. You were a great owner Mr. Gillett. Thank you for selecting the long-standing Molson family, a royal family of sorts in this city and one who has been with the club through many generations. I have faith they will continue your good deeds with their own, and continue along that path you created.

With that, I welcome our new overlords, the Brothers Molson. Here is your championship hat!