Friday, March 8, 2013

Apricots, skim milk and failed attempts at ventriloquism. But the Habs win!

As I watched hundreds of Habs fans panic and assume Carey Price is washed up, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he came out and stole a game after his 2 consecutive mediocre performances. Well I didn't have to wonder very long.  In grand bandwagon jumper style, they all hopped back on as if they never left.  The Habs came out swinging last night in Raleigh.  The team was on fire and Somebody forgot to tell Brandon Prust than he's a plumber, not Denis Savard.  Where the hell did that pass come from??  It was all going so well after 20 mins.  And then, feces.  All over the place.  The Canes became the Red Army and peppered Carey with 21 shots.  Granted that 2nd goal was a bit of a softee, but let's not kid ourselves.  Odd man rushes, defensive zone breakdowns and 3 penalties (one of which was a penalty shot by their best player).  All in a day's work for Carey.  Without him, the game would've been out of reach by the 2nd intermission.  A lesser team could have packed it in after than, but the boys put forward a very solid road period, packed up the 2 points and headed to Florida.  Nothing fancy, nothing exciting.  2 quick goals on 6 shots and let's get on the plane.  By the end of it, we were out shot 43-28 and Carey basically stood tall and gave us the W.  So to all you Carey detractors out there, you can kiss his cowboy ass.  And did you guys see that shot by PK?  Neither did their goalie.

Unfortunately, it's not all peaches and cream.  We also had apricots (Ryder was invisible 48hrs after his 3 point night) and skim milk (Weber was less than stellar).  But what can we expect from this kid.  They sit him for 20 games and expect him to hit the ground running (skating)?  Poor kid never had a chance.  And now he injured his lower body.  He went to the lower body doctor and they told him to take it easy on his lower body for a while.  "Here are some lower body pills, take 2 and call me in the morning"

Off to the Sunshine state.  Our last visit kicked off 11 straight games with at least a point.  Anything less than that will be deemed a colossal failure.  Like my attempted career in ventriloquism.

And I leave you with this.  This is who we beat last night.  A team of these.  The Hurrycanes.

TLF mofos.

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