We would like to draw your attention to two things.
Firstly: There was a Habs game. Regarding this game, we would also like to point out the following facts, as helpfully pointed out by Mike Boone in the understandably pessimistic (original) introduction to his game liveblog:
Canadiens dressed tonight with no NHL experience: Kyle Chipchura, Janne Lahti, Corey Locke, Mathieu Carle, Sergei Kostitsyn, Andrew Archer
Penguin with no experience: Angelo Esposito
Total NHL goals last season by
By Canadiens: 78
Secondly: They won.
1. So many bachcheha, so fast and hard-working and eager to prove themselves. It’s adorable. Sad to think that someday they’ll grow up into bored, battered, cynical, NHLers, only to then be supplanted by a new round of bouncy bunny kids, but such is the circle of life since the days of Ibn Khaldun. [wistful sigh]. Anyway, Kostitsyn al-Akbar still looks awfully useful, Grabovski is hella fast but somehow fails to excite our interest as yet, and we (like a good many Habistanis) are quite interested in this Chipchura- he looked pretty jittery, but seemed to have a nice way of getting into the middle of everything that we here at the Theory have always admired. And
2. A very, very tough game for defensemen on the Habs’ side. Archer decided to take advantage of one of the best ways to get yourself remembered while playing less than 2 full minutes of ice time in a game, namely, getting your face pounded for no apparent reason by Laraque, bleeding all over everything and then leaving for x-rays. That, combined with Carle hurting his knee and missing almost all of the 3rd, meant that the remaining 4 D ended up having to take a lot of ice time. Conclusions: If Markov and Komisarek can continue to play 30+ minutes a night, we’ll be okay. What? That would kill them? Shit. Well, fortunately it’s not like we lack for a wide variety of defensemen to choose from these days, and if Carbonneau can resist the urge to shift him forward Streit should be admirably useful in his proper role. Gorges, I think, acquitted himself well under the circumstances, although he wasn’t particularly stunning.
3. C? What C? If perhaps you feared that The Venerable Sidney would be changed by all his newfound wealth and responsibility, that he might have gotten as bland and sensible and mature on the ice as he tries to be off it, let me put your mind at rest: still whiny, still theatrical, and still thoroughly venerable. And as much as I certainly missed getting to see him play, I think perhaps I missed even more getting to see him whine and bitch and spew profanity. There’s nothing quite like being able to heckle the Best Player in the NHL and feel good about it.
4. Komisarek is obviously either very adrenaline-hyped to be able to get back to hockey, or he just really doesn’t like the Penguins, because the boy could not restrain himself from getting into yelling, shoving, shouting matches with all and sundry. Good thing he doesn’t know how to fight properly or we’d have been down to 3 defensemen for the game. Mike, we know you take the comments about the Habs lack of toughness personally, but don’t worry: nobody’s forgotten that you’re big and like to hit things, and we love you for it. Now chill the fuck out, we need you on the ice, not in the box.
5. Kovalev. We will tolerate him. For now. Because he did get 2 assists and the game winner. And he only made us hurl invective at the television set twice, which is low for him. But I’m pretty sure if you look carefully at the footage of that last goal, you can actually see him calculating how many shifts he can sleepwalk through on the goodwill he’ll get from that one glorious, dramatic moment. Yeah, I know, I should be happy, I should be loving him right now, but as far as I’m concerned, he still owes us a hell of a lot from last season, and I’ll believe the hype when I see such moments in games that count without a tradeoff shitty performance in the next match. For now, the best I’m doing is tolerating.
6. Huet: Still better than lychee gelato. Although presumably with a less creamy texture.
Okay, it doesn’t count for anything. Preseason game, nothing on the line, no points to be had, no standings, no prize. That team on the ice wasn’t even ‘the Habs’ in any meaningful way- very likely less than 1/3 of those guys will make the actual team. For us, it’s really little more than a scrap of evidence that our darari are coming along fairly well, and an all-too-rare opportunity to see them on the main stage against difficult opposition. It likely bears very little resemblance to the in-season games still to come. So I shouldn’t be this excited. I shouldn’t be bouncing through this morning with a residual giddiness I haven’t felt in months. I should be reminding myself that it means nothing.
But you know what? It does mean something, to me anyway. Because it was the
Because it was a Habs game. And they won.