Game review: Habs vs Les Pantheres. Tabarnac.

DC reporting live from the sunshine state. That's right, I came to Miami to watch the Panthers play in Montreal. Well there's not much to say after that. So I thought I would comment on what it was like watching the game in Miami on the Florida Panthers home feed. It was....interesting. And by interesting, I mean embarrassing. The reason I say this is the announcers have no idea what's going on. They must have made 50 mistakes ranging from funky pronunciation (Youvi?) to completely insane analysis. The epitome of this incompetence was beautifully displayed when they showed Henri Richard signing autographs in the crowd. Steve Goldstein then says: This is a treat, Maurice the Rocket Richard is here tonight, winner of 11 Stanley Cups. Are you serious Goldstein?? The Rocket's been dead for over a decade. Stop snorting sunscreen and pay attention.

Back to the pathetic display. Let's start with the good news. Jackie used a timeout. And that concludes the good news. I don't care that we got 40 shots. That was the silver lining against Buffalo. This was the Panthers. THE PANTHERS. Perennial 13th place finishers. the team who's goal every September is: Let's just be better than the Islanders. The team that sells its tickets for $6. This is the team that gives us trouble? And who the hell is Mike Blunden? Mike Blunden doesn't get to play for the Habs. I think it's safe to say that the Habs would lose to actual panthers. Panthers with skates on would beat this team. Panthers with skates on, coached by Barry Melrose. Tabarnac.