Sunday, November 21, 2010

Saturday recap - Leafs, Habs and Mr. Moey's birthday.......

It was so windy and cold yesterday, I nipped out to get a few groceries and then spent the afternoon as a couch potato.  (One of my favorite winter pastimes).  I decided to choose something from my Habs memorable games DVD set.  To date, I've only watched the comeback against the Rangers.  I picked the Heritage classic in 2003, I've never seen it and I thought it would put me in the mood for the upcoming Flames/Habs outdoor match in February.  Some of the commentary from the game sounded awfully familiar, "Habs are in 28th place in the league on the PP, their centers are too small, they have trouble scoring five on five."   Souray was back in the lineup after having major wrist surgery, I guess he still hadn't perfected his laser from the point.  It was nice to see a young and healthy Markov.  On the Markov front, the Canadiens have not made an official announcement yet on his injury status.  I know RDS and Tony Marinaro report he's gone for the season, but I'll wait until I hear it from the horse's mouth.  Maybe it's not as bad as people are making out. *fingers crossed*

It was also Mr. Moey's birthday,  I had my birthday dinner at the Ritz in Grand Cayman, Mr. Moey got pizza and the Leafs.  I think that sounds like a fair trade, no?  In all seriousness, I'll be taking him to his favorite restaurant sometime in the next month or so. We've been going here for years and it's always good.  I highly recommend it.

I ordered the pizza for 8:00 PM, Mr. Moey lit the fire and we opened a bottle of Liberty School Syrah.
The Habs paid a nice tribute to Pat Burns at the beginning and a shout out to the crowd who managed to maintain a moment of silence, it was an impressive show of respect. Beating the Leafs on a Saturday night always feels satisfying, shutting them out was even better.  Carey Price is off the charts good.

Although Mr. Moey's birthday was kind of low key, he did get a present from the furkids.  (I've ordered something for him online and it hasn't arrived yet).

I had bought myself a pair of crocs at the dollar store in the summer, our backyard was in shambles and they were the perfect shoe for wearing in muck and rocks.  You just hose them down at the end of the day.  Mr. Moey thought they were a good idea, but thought they were just for women.  My pair are a bright fuchsia.  Don't be silly I told him, if they're good enough for this guy, they're good enough for you.

The hard part was finding them, not every store stocks them.  Of course, these aren't from the dollar store, they're the real deal.

Mr. Moey's manly crocks

The furkids have a sense of humor, check out the card they gave him, sadly there were four of them when they bought it.   R.I.P Tara.

A laid back but enjoyable birthday for Mr. Moey, capped by shutting out the Leafs on home ice.  Now I'm nervously eagerly looking forward to tomorrow night's sequel Rocky Flyers II.

Friday, November 19, 2010

You can't win 'em all..........

Unfortunately.  But the boys can redeem themselves, and I'm not talking about beating the Leafs this Saturday night.  The Leaf's are just nuisance value, there is no true rivalry there in a hockey sense, it's more of a Montreal rocks Toronto sucks as a city kind of thing.  Once in a while you have to show the Leaf fans some mercy and toss the poor deluded souls a bone.   While they scurry like roaches to plan the parade, we'll be busy getting ready to beat teams that actually matter, like Philadelphia on Monday night. I've given it a lot of thought and I'm leaning heavily towards this game plan for the filthy Flyers.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Carey Price is......

the Mikhail Baryshnikov of hockey.

I've always been in love with the ballet.  To have seen Mikhail in his prime would have been a dream come true, but watching Carey Price in nets is becoming a close second.

Monday, November 15, 2010

R.I.P Tara July 1994 - Nov.14, 2010

Rainbow Bridge

Yesterday was a sad afternoon at chez Moey's, we had to put one of our cats to sleep.  She was originally my mum's cat but when my mum moved to a senior's home in 2007, Tara came to live with us.  At first she was a very shy and introverted kitty but when she started living with my other two terrors she came into her own.  She became very sociable and outgoing, and she loved people food.  Mr. Moey usually eats around 8:00 PM and Tara always made sure she was sitting right at his feet to wait for some goodies.  Pork and fish were her favorites and she never met a piece of bacon she didn't like.

Sleep well, sweetie.  You were such a good girl and we will miss you.  You can now keep mum company again, sitting in your favorite spot on her lap.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Hurricanes rain on our parade.......

Talk about putting a damper on things, Mr. Moey and I were having a nice evening by the fire nibbling on some fresh seafood.  We were drinking a bottle of Mumm Napa sparkling wine, crisp and dry it was the perfect pairing.  Another reason to love California (and there are numerous).

So it was all good, the Habs were giving the Canes a good and proper beating, the cats were beating up each other.  The furkids always get chippy during hockey games, maybe it's because there's a lot of noise in the background and they feel left out.  They love being the center of attention.

I nipped into the kitchen to get dessert, when I hear Mr. Moey yell, "Markov's hurt!"  I came running into the family room just in time to see him lying on the ice wincing in pain.  I felt like I had just been kicked in the stomach.  Talk about sucking all the air out of your gut.  I hope it's nothing serious, the Habs can get by without him, but he just makes the team that much better.  I'm starting to wonder if there is some kind of statute of limitation on happiness if you're a Habs fan.  It's either that, or we should have stuck to our Saturday night ritual and ordered pizza.  *sigh*

Saturday, November 6, 2010

In defense of Jacques Martin........

Do I like him?  I have no feelings one way or the other, the only thing that matters to me is that he wins games. But I would like to take a look at the most common complaints from fans and break them down.

He can't coach. His coaching record says otherwise and that's a tangible. Sixteen years in the NHL as a head coach, a lifetime record of 556-439-119 works out to an average of .550 hockey.  Nominated three times for the Jack Adams award, winning it in 1999.  The biggest criticism is he never brought a team to a Stanley Cup.  There are so many factors and mitigating circumstances in winning a cup I wouldn't hold that against him.  A lot of good coaches have never won a cup, it doesn't mean they can't coach.  Case in point, Lindy Ruff.

When the team has a one goal lead he instructs them to sit on it and focus on defense.  Really?  Okay, so I have to believe that he goes into the dressing room between periods and says " Listen up boys, we have the lead, I don't want to see any more scoring, it's all about defense, defense, defense. If anyone scores a goal the team bag-skates tomorrow."  Nonsense.   I've listened to a few ex NHL'ers who say that it's human nature to sit on a lead, in other words, the players themselves tend to lapse into a protective mode. 

He ruins young players and doesn't give them a chance.  He does seem to lack patience with rookie mistakes, but then again, he's been running a hockey summer school for the past 20 years, one has to believe that he's been watching and working with young players long enough to know what attributes and characteristics will translate into successful NHL players.  Case in point, Benoit Pouliot. Benny has a rep of being a bit of a head case.  So far his line mates Gionta and Gomez have not been producing so of course the blame naturally falls on Benny.  Martin has made a point of defending him to the media, inferring that the blame might be better directed toward his line mates. I watched very closely last night against the Sabres, Scott Gomez allegedly got a spanking from the coach yesterday morning and still only has eyes for Gionta. Obviously Gomez isn't into threesomes. Martin saw it, most of us didn't.  Benny seems happier in his new relationship with Halpern and Darche. Coach Martin 1, fans 0.

He's dull and boring.  I like that, he's calm and I think he keeps the team grounded.  Very Bob Gaineyesque.  The thought of having a coach like John Tortorella makes me shudder. His hissy fits behind the bench and with the media are embarrassing.   Martin gets it, it's not about him and he wasn't hired to entertain the media. He quietly goes about his business and his business is to win hockey games.

Speaking of Bob Gainey, he had to have known in early spring of 2009 that he was planning on gutting the team.  Gainey realized when Carbo couldn't right the ship of a team that had finished first in the Eastern Conference and were in danger of missing the playoffs, he simply didn't have the experience to take on a brand new roster in the fall.  I have to believe that was the main reason for Carbo's demise. Maybe Guy and I could meet for coffee one of these days and I'll explain that to  him, since he's still seems to be in the dark.

Jacques Martin took on a brand new team, he had to find chemistry, juggle lines and deal with injuries to top players all season long.  He still managed to squeak them into the playoffs and out coached Bruce Boudreau and Dan  Bylsma in the process.  The Flyers however are a different kettle of fish, we can hardly pin the blame on Martin.  If he doesn't have the proper tools he can't get the job done.

I think the team is in good, more than capable coaching hands.  The team's success or failure this year ultimately rests on the shoulders of  Pierre Gauthier.  He needs to address two major issues, the power play and getting more punch into the top six.  Fans love to point fingers and lay blame, which is fine and is their right as the money paying public.  I have no problem with that, as long as it's pointed in the right direction.

Monday, November 1, 2010

This is getting to be a tad annoying......

Last summer this guy decides to visit my place of work in Dorval, and where am I? Driving to Mirabel on an imaginary emergency.

Last week Vinnie frickin' Barbarino decides to visit my place of work and where was I?  On vacation of course.

A big shout out to my buddy and co-worker who snapped the pics for me.  He rocks.