This game has 40 minutes.......

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.

Cheers!

Whatever your plans may be, stay safe and don't drink and drive!

This game has 40 minutes.......

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.

Cheers!

Whatever your plans may be, stay safe and don't drink and drive!

Problem child?

The general consensus when Gainey traded Latendresse for Pouliot was one problem child for another.  It's a  bit of a mystery why Pouliot who was drafted fourth overall in 2005 has not been able to find success at the NHL level. 

Talent Analysis (taken from Hockey's Future)

Pouliot is a very talented player who has yet to put it all together at the pro level. An explosive skater with a good handle on the puck and a hard, accurate shot, he has the tools to be a top-line forward in the NHL. Questions about his attitude, commitment to playing defense and consistency have dogged him since turning pro however. If he can master the mental side of the game and learn a more disciplined approach to the game, he could be a top talent. If not, he could find himself playing in Europe.

His father passed away from leukemia in 2004, he was Benoit's biggest supporter and former coach.   I was wondering if that may have had a negative impact on him and the reason why his heart no longer seemed to be in it, but then I read this:
 
"My father always said I had something in my game I never used," Benoit says. "He said I'd have to put heart in it. He said everything would come all at once when I did that."
 
Obviously, it's been an issue from day one, but can he find it playing on the Montreal Canadiens?  I liked what I saw last night, he seemed comfortable with his line mates and  he doesn't lack in the skill department.

Benoit's NHL future rests solely in his hands and I'm hoping with teammates like Brian Gionta and Glen Metropolit, who both put Heart in the CH every time they step on the ice, our "tin woodsman" will find his.

Problem child?

The general consensus when Gainey traded Latendresse for Pouliot was one problem child for another.  It's a  bit of a mystery why Pouliot who was drafted fourth overall in 2005 has not been able to find success at the NHL level. 

Talent Analysis (taken from Hockey's Future)

Pouliot is a very talented player who has yet to put it all together at the pro level. An explosive skater with a good handle on the puck and a hard, accurate shot, he has the tools to be a top-line forward in the NHL. Questions about his attitude, commitment to playing defense and consistency have dogged him since turning pro however. If he can master the mental side of the game and learn a more disciplined approach to the game, he could be a top talent. If not, he could find himself playing in Europe.

His father passed away from leukemia in 2004, he was Benoit's biggest supporter and former coach.   I was wondering if that may have had a negative impact on him and the reason why his heart no longer seemed to be in it, but then I read this:
 
"My father always said I had something in my game I never used," Benoit says. "He said I'd have to put heart in it. He said everything would come all at once when I did that."
 
Obviously, it's been an issue from day one, but can he find it playing on the Montreal Canadiens?  I liked what I saw last night, he seemed comfortable with his line mates and  he doesn't lack in the skill department.

Benoit's NHL future rests solely in his hands and I'm hoping with teammates like Brian Gionta and Glen Metropolit, who both put Heart in the CH every time they step on the ice, our "tin woodsman" will find his.

Halak still manages to soar like an eagle while surrounded by turkeys............

While the rest of the  Habs were busy doing this during the Leaf's game (Pleky won't part with his lucky pink socks) Jaro was getting ready to roast a few chestnuts.

The crafty Leafs have been using Georges Laraque as a role model, they've determined that the true road to truculence is via Veganism.  While our boys were sleeping off their turkey dinners, the Leafs showed up to play hockey.

Maybe I'm asking for too much, but I'm hoping to see the Habs play something that vaguely resembles a hockey game tonight in Ottawa.

Halak still manages to soar like an eagle while surrounded by turkeys............

While the rest of the  Habs were busy doing this during the Leaf's game (Pleky won't part with his lucky pink socks) Jaro was getting ready to roast a few chestnuts.

The crafty Leafs have been using Georges Laraque as a role model, they've determined that the true road to truculence is via Veganism.  While our boys were sleeping off their turkey dinners, the Leafs showed up to play hockey.

Maybe I'm asking for too much, but I'm hoping to see the Habs play something that vaguely resembles a hockey game tonight in Ottawa.

The bestest Christmas present........

My very first NHL jersey!  Voila.....

My sister sent it from L.A., it's the real deal, I can smell the smog and marine layer on it!  I'm sure some of the Habs' purists will be clucking their tongues in disapproval....tough!  The Habs are my team but Saku will always be my favorite player no matter where he ends up.  As an added bonus I plan to wear it to work some day, just for the pure pleasure of pissing off the separatists and believe me there's plenty of them.

I'm telling a little bit of a white lie, the jersey was the second thing on my wish list.  The first thing I asked Santa for was Sheldon Souray dipped in chocolate.  Santa has never failed me in the past, but I suspect while he was trying to fit his rather large rear end into our chimney Mr. Moey snuck outside.  He won't admit to it but I know he found Shelly bound and gagged in the back of Santa's sleigh and set him free.  Well, one good deed deserves another, there was no Catherine Zeta-Jones on rye for Mr. Moey either.  We're even.

I'm sending positive vibes to Markov for his dreaded return to the ACC tonight.  Everything comes in threes, but not this time. Please join me in repeating this chant against the Leafs 13 times:

Darksome powers of the night,

gather round my candle's flame,

send my enemy in shaded flight,

send my enemy away in shame.

It might not be as effective without the dragon's blood but as much as I love my Habs there's no chance in hell I'm venturing out to the mall on boxing day.