A look back at 10 years worth of drafts, from 1998 to 2008. This is part 1 of 3. Who was drafted? Who never made it? And who should the Habs have picked?
It was my favorite kind of weekend – Friday and Saturday night hockey, coupled with a relaxing Sunday that saw me cooking a whole lot. Poor Sens Fans It’s rare that I genuinely pity another hockey club, but my heart goes out to all the Senator fans worldwide (though based on that performance, I’m doubtful the Senators have a global following, let alone an Ottawa Valley following). Watching the game Friday night was reminiscent of the many games us Habs fan had to endure in the second half of the season-that-shall-not-be-named (hint: it start with a 1 and ends with 00). No effort, no will to compete. Case in point: The sixth goal. Kostitsyn came in on the forecheck and was literally given the puck by Kuba, then passed to a totally open Plekanec, who passed to a totally open Eller and Kostitsyn was able to get to the net for the rebound....
The return of Captain Koivu is Saturday night (like I needed to remind anyone). Lots of buzz about what the Habs should or should not do to honour the man who served our team for 13 years. Some say a slideshow of highlights at the beginning of the game, others say that type of honour is reserved for a player once he's retired. In my opinion, the slide show is a tired excuse for a ceremony. The Habs marketing team need to do something that says, "Hey Saku, nice to see you again, talk soon k?" Because at the end of the day, Saku Koivu is still playing hockey, and is playing for an opposing team. I understand he just isn't some other player coming back to play, but let's save the tear-fest for when he retires, until then, here are a couple of my suggestions that say both "you...
I do hate to brag, but I believe in my post yesterday I predicted a 1-1 game that would be sent into overtime. I'm like some kind of gifted hockey-savant, I should start betting money on games, I could become a millionaire (except for the fact that I actually predicted the Habs would win, and my savant abilities don't seem to foresee the plethora of injuries the befell our team last night). As with all fans, the highlight for me last night was the PK Subban and Price love taps in the middle of a play. I'm a sucker for a good bromance, and I think the CPPK love affair is developing in to one of the best bromance story-lines of the season.
I was going to start off with rant about how it's unfair that goalies get criticized for adding a little colour to their performance, but goal scorers are given free reign. Unfortunately, I woke up this morning to hear that PK Subban's goal celebration made headlines. I'm so annoyed, when did this game become about punishing happiness? So now, in protest to people's protest about player's having a little fun, I will not dedicate a single word more to this event. Instead, let's talk about how we all knew, in our heart of hearts, that the Habs being up 4 goals meant nothing and that we knew there would be a collapse and a Calgary comeback. How did we all know this? Because it happens EVERY SINGLE TIME. Kudos to Carey Price for settling his team down and helping them scrape by for the OT wi
Habs lost 2-5, in what should have been a 2-1 win had they not been paraded to the box by referees who only seemed to see Habs infractions. Then again, the number one PK in the league looked only like a shadow of it's self allowing FOUR powerplay goals.
Happy Monday and Happy Two-Days-After-Patches-Made-Chara-Blow-His-Lid. I watched the Boston game at my in-laws on the tiniest TV from 1983, but even under those dire circumstances I was able to relish the Habs comeback to win. Today's post however will not be dedicated to the Saturday night win, but my Sunday morning into late-afternoon viewing of the HBO series 24/7 Penguins/Capitals – Road to the NHL Winter Classic.
Carey Price, aka C-Diddy, aka C-Pri$zz really inspired me last night. In a sport that too often lacks personality, Price inserted some early 90s b-boy love into his game, and since then I can't get Vanilla Ice out of my head. Man, I really loved 90s white-boy rap, The Beastie Boys' Paul Revere is still my favorite song, and if you get me drunk enough I could do the whole thing for you. Anyhow, this little bit here is dedicated to C-Love
Welcome to 2011, the post-LaPierre era :) With the New Year comes time to review what I thought would happen in this 2010-2011 season. By the end of this week, our Habs will have played their 41st and 42nd game, meaning by Sunday morning the season will be just over the halfway mark. I don't pretend to be the Nostradamus of hockey, but in looking back at what I predicted, I'm not doing so badly. I would give myself a B-. Below, in bold are my the prediction I made, in italics is the reality, and in plain old font is my self-assessment. It's kind of like the yearly self-evaluations I do at work, but instead of the cash bonus I will reward myself with the uninhibited adoration from my millions of fans.
Happy Holidays! It's been awhile since I've posted, my apologies. I was all over the place, and am finally back in town and settled down. I came home last night to the wonderful news of the Habs adding James Wisniewski to their blue line for the price of a 2nd round pick in 2011 (and a conditional 5th in 2012). I won't beat around the bush -- I LOVE THIS.
Quick recap of the game last night, but I much prefer to talk about other stories happening in hockey. At the core of my soul I am a Habs fan, and I can't bare to dissect a yet another late-period goal. The Habs will pick it up, and we'll (ahem..I mean they) will start stringing wins together again.With that in mind, I thought I would take today to share my favorite WTF of this 2010-2011 season:
What's the perfect double date? How about two hockey loving couple getting four seats in the always fun 400s and watching two of the best teams this season face-off in what is becoming a great NHL rivalry? Well, lucky me, those were the circumstances I found myself in last night. I mentioned on Twitter yesterday that if the Habs lose, I would take full responsibility since I wouldn't be in my regular seat. I take that back and point a very long finger at the coach. Now, bear in mind I drank quite a bit last night and my 30-year old body isn't used to Jameson shots on a Wednesday. So perhaps my vision was blurred, but I could have sworn I saw Lars Eller doing penalty kill work in the last minutes of a very hard fought tied game.
