My bixi stand is up and running. Next week I'm removing my winter tires. But something isn't sitting right. The fact that there will be no Habs playoffs this year has finally sunk in. I thought it would be best to express my sad feelings in the form of a poem. It might help the mood of this post if you picture me reading this poem, dressed in a black turtle neck and alone on a stage with a single spotlight focused on me and my tears.
Eight games left in the season... I feel that now is a good time to look back at my season's predictions and laugh about how little I actually know. This is a humbling exercise because I think I got maybe 1 or 2 right.
A stroll down memory lane and my visit to the Montreal Forum in 1993. Some highlights include my sister's jean on jean outfit, Jacques Demers, and Mathieu Schneider without capped teeth!
Sometimes something from above interferes and delivers a miracle. With the Habs up 4-1, losing the lead (again) and heading to shootout, I honestly believed that if Devin Setoguchi had not somehow tripped, he would have scored and the 4th round would not have gone in the Habs favour. It was a hockey miracle.
