I often hear and read comments about people lamenting over the fact that the Habs never play a full sixty minutes of hockey. I don't think any team does, momentum changes from shift to shift, period to period. Unless it's a blowout, the swinging back and forth is reflected on the scoreboard. I can deal with that, only I wish the Habs would do me a favor and reschedule their nap for the second, I'm tired of having heart palpitations in the third.
A 5:00 P.M. start in Sunshine tonight, I'd like the Habs to finish the year off with a win, then go out and paint the town red for New Year's Eve. They've earned it.
The celebrations will be quiet at Chez Moey's tonight, I'm assembling a seafood feast of escargots en brioche to start, breaded calamari with lemon, scallops wrapped in bacon and lobster tails. Some creme caramel for dessert and to wash it all down a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, my favorite champagne and my middle furkid's namesake. We may or may not manage to stay up for the crystal ball dropping in Times Square.
Whatever your plans may be, stay safe and don't drink and drive!