[Note: Moderate to severe insanity follows.]
There’s a series of commercials on RDS, I think for Molson Export, that have the tagline ‘Le Hockey. Rien d’Autre’. The latest one begins by showing three guys being tormented by their various womenfolk, before going out to drink beer and watch hockey. I’ve seen this commercial many times, and not thought much about it except to wonder why beer commercials are so often misogynistic. But tonight they ran it towards the end of the 3rd period of the game, and I noticed for the first time that the entire thing is set to the song ‘Love Hurts.’ And I thought, what excellent timing.
1. Firstly, the Capitals earned this win, they played beautifully, almost all of them for almost the entire game. I’m growing skeptical of some of the standard analysis of Ovechkin, particularly the common statement that he’s more or less a one-dimensional goal-scoring machine (I know, I know, there are plenty of people who don’t believe this, but one does hear it pretty often, especially in all the Crosby comparisons.) Anyway, he didn’t get himself a single but tonight, but did show that he can set the pace and rhythm of an entire game even without scoring. I am appropriately dazzled, but I’ve also got to say that the thought of all the joyous Caps fans out in hockey blogistan right now kind of makes me queasy.
2. Hello, Aebi. It’s been a while. How’s life? Nice to see you’ve been staying in shape. I’d like to meet Nelson Mandela too. Have you ever been to
3. The Habs started well, and even after the end of the 1st, when they were down 2-1, it still looked more than possible that they could pull off a win. But early in the 2nd a peculiar sequence of events took place. Kovalev scored a power play goal which was then revoked due to a goalie interference call against Koivu. RDS showed the footage about a thousand times, the commentators arguing that Koivu’s action wasn’t enough to warrant the penalty, and I have to admit it looked pretty insignificant to me, but it’s in my interest to see it that way. Make your own judgment. I don’t necessarily care whether the call was just or not, because it’s the aftermath in this case that was important. After that penalty, the Habs disappeared completely. You could almost see it, the white of their road uniforms slowly blurring into the background ice, until it was like they weren’t even there. There are so many ways to describe it- they gave up, they folded, they collapsed, they deflated- but I don’t think any of those accurately convey the phenomenon so well as this: They disappeared, faded away, like Keyser Soze, poof, gone.
You know, I never intended to be a Habs fan. Yes, I live in
Can you tell that this particular loss upset me a little bit? Anyway, now that I’ve purged all my crazy for the night out onto the internet, time to go grow a spine and do something meaningful with my life.