Part 3: Game 1: No amount of alcohol can Erase what the Habs did in Philly
resorted to all this booze, oh the horror!
And so the story continues…
It’s the middle of May and we still have a team to cheer for. I barely have much clothes to wear in this heat and yet the Canadiens are still hitting the ice. So this is what hockey in places like California is like during the year.
Except Montreal is a real hockeytown and don’t you forget it.
Hours before game time I was trekking around the Mile End grabbing photos of the remnants of the Green Room (it caught ablaze earlier that day). Was playing the role of photojournalist attempting to get some photos however no such luck.
On the way back back I stumbled onto a mural in process on Fairmont. A restaurant to be, known as Faberge, was painting a giant Halak stop sign in front of their door front. They were to open in a couple weeks and hoped that this could bring some attention.
Check out Faberge Restaurant on Fairmont
Either way, they were glad that everyone is feeling the Habs hype, all in bright red.
Everywhere I went, from the Tam tams to The Main, all you see were Canadiens jerseys, flags on cars and bikes and talk of a possible run for Cup#25. It had been 17 years since we heard all this commotion. Everyone is now on the bandwagon.
We might have a chance…and then the horror.
Game 1: I opted for the Copacabana (otherwise known as my office). Your best bet in watching games now is to avoid downtown (unless you have good friends willing to get drunk a couple hours before the game). It was a good crowd nevertheless and no pressure on whether there are spots.
The Canadiens were able to knock the best teams in Washington and Pittsburgh, they were now against a team they could relate to in #7 rank Philadelphia. They too were on a Cinderella run as they defeated Boston after being down 0-3. Only two other teams have achieved this.
However there’s only room for one princess at the ball, someone has to go home and clean house while the other gets a crack at Prince Charming. I figure if I was that Prince, your best bet has to be with a Montreal chickie.
Monreal has been on a high from beating Pittsburgh and almost burning the town down…again. For the first time, there was room to breathe. No going against the best, just a team that squeaked into the playoffs also. However, they were not playing like the team that killed superstars.
Actually, I’ve seen practices more exciting than this. They were playing sluggish and sloppy. After a few minutes: “hmm, that actually looked like a pass. Wait, now that looks like a shot on net, nope, was wrong there”.
What the Hell am I watching, I actually grew bored. Hello? You guys remember that this is a Conference Final. I know, surprised too that we’re in one. Really? Hello, game one here.
And then Philly scores. Crap. Maybe they will wake up. Man, is this boring.
I went on a food run and returned to another Philly goal. Halak was playing fine, it’s the team that wasn’t. Cammalleri was not scoring, nor Gionta. Gill and Subban, nada. The usual nothing from Kostistyn, who really cares which one was on the ice. Gomez was at least doing something:
being a big pain in the ass whenever Chris Pronger was around. the thing about Pronger is that he’s a dirty defenseman and we would know that shutting down Cammalleri is top on the list. However, Gomez opted for stooping to his level than a shot on net.
And then another goal and another, oh no! Out goes Halak, in goes Carey Price. Sensing deja vu from game one Pittsburgh. Here’s the part where we give him the rest and we start scoring, right? We did that last time so we should come back, right?
Hello? Anyone listening?
Montreal had more shots however no one was getting through goalie Michael Leighton, a 2nd rate 3rd string goalie who has filled in the last few games as their regular goalie went down with injury. Be weary of this type of goalie, the unknown are known to surprise opponents with Hall of Fame like skills and can be Stanley Cup threats.
However, bored and annoyed, I opted to tune in to the conversation from across my table. Was finding amusement from the loud guy coming back from a Euro trip and was talking about baseball. So f**king loud and annoying he was but more amusing than the game.
It was so painful to watch that one of us left early to miss the 3rd period. We opted for more beer and caesars. It’s the only way to watch a blowout.
And then Carey Price lets in one more. Aw crap! Who the Hell is on the ice! This is not the same team. Giving them three days off was a bad idea. Did someone take PK Subban to a strip joint on his birthday last Thursday? Who was it? Looking at Price here!
And lets another one, Scott Hartnell this time. He has a f**king perm for Christ sake. He looks like a ghetto Goldilocks. I then noticed the guys that have scored were mainly Francophone guys the Canadiens had an interest in aquiring however being French and playing on the Habs equal idealistic expectations.
How about one goal, the only expectation I have for game one.
In the end, I stood by the team in possibly the worst game they played in a long time. When they played Toronto the month before for one point I thought was bad. This was way belong bad. No amount of alcohol can erase the horror of what I just saw.
So now what, the city starts to panic. Philly is tough and strong and are riding on a high of the great comeback. The Habs were a little too comfortable in hopes of not playing a 3rd consecutive game seven. They thought it was going to be easy…
but remember, these guys have taken the road most travelled, nothing has been easy.
Before thinking it was all Halak and throw in Price into the fire, it wasn’t him at all. He played great, he was more the team than the actual team. It’s time to regroup, throw him back in and not have these crazy delusions of a Stanley Cup. Sounds great but we can’t be all talk and no action here. Notice that no other team is the favorite to win it all, no series has swept and it’s all fair game, whether you’re first or eighth place. I did pick Montreal in 6 games for a reason, the 1st time I pick them to win. The team of destiny has a lot of work to do in order to get some respect.
However, quoting the loud guy who wouldn’t shut up: their play was sheer ghettoness.
Pingback: Tweets that mention Part 3: Game 1: No amount of alcohol can Erase what the Habs did in Philly | Forget The Box -- Topsy.com
Pingback: Tweets that mention Part 3: Game 1: No amount of alcohol can Erase what the Habs did in Philly | Forget The Box -- Topsy.com