And the Daytime Emmy goes to....THE HABS!

I know I should be concentrating on the glorious B's and their continued success and dominance of pretty much everyone, but having being married to a Habs fan and living much much closer to Montreal, I've become glued to the train wreck called the Canadiens.

I really thought that being in the city Montreal the day they officially became awful (February 15th, 2009) would be the highlight of this trainwreck, it actually came this morning while listening to Team 990 on my way into work.

Les Habs are unfolding like Days of our Lives had an illegitimate child with General Hospital. And the latest on As the Habs Burns brings us a story of two Belaroooooshin brothers who apparently looooves the nose candy. While Carbonneau is mixing up the lines, they are doing lines. While Price clears the powder out of his crease, they are clearing powder off their noses. Each time the Ref blows the whistle, the Tits brothers think about blowing some rails. Oh man, I could go on all day. Remember when the Habs biggest problem was benching Kovelev?

I'm not one to really relish in the demise of other, but please, I am a B's fan and only human. So as I knock back my coffee this morning and indulge in some maniacal laughs, I begin to leave the Habs where they belong, in the past, and look forward to the redonk late winter/spring season that they B's are about to put on us.

GO BOSTON.

Where are the Big, Gay Waldo's?

When running a business and generating ideas, nothing should be off limits. Brainstorming wild, crazy, ideas is where great ideas are born. However, there must also be a step in that process in which someone says, "that is the worst idea ever", and said idea is thrown out.

Apparently, the Canadiens did not have that filter working while selecting yesterday's jersey. They were ugly, stupid, and almost gave me a seizure. I had to sit really still on my couch to prevent throwing up. It also proved that the Kostitsyn's COULD be uglier. However, the fact they looked like clowns just added to the B's new dominance over this previously unbeatable team. Also evident was the lines being drawn. Obvi Kovi is not happy. Carbo took his C back (tear). Team 990 is also suggesting that this rift goes beyong Commarade Douchebag and extends to all the Commies. The Russians and the rest of the team are not getting along. That'll help them get back on top! (Cue,the Habs collapse in five, four, three, two...)

But enough about them. Timmy was back in his natural form, no longer looking tired and shaky as he did against NJ. And my love for Thornton just keeps on growing. All enforcers who are being edged out of the new NHL need to study his every move. He is a fighter, he is our goon, but he's unbelievably smart about when and where he uses this tool. He has also used this edge to get himself to the net. No other team in the NHL plays their 4th freakin line on a regular shift like the B's and that alone is finally, finally making me think...dare I say it...The B's may very well win the Cup this year. Oh man, tingles.

On a side now, I no longer feel like crazy about my theories about the Evil Enchilada. On Thursday night's broadcast, Jack Edward's said Manny had gone in for back surgery. I have DVR and rewound it three times. I was not dreaming it. On Saturday however, in the Globe, Manny was at the Garden, doing an interview and said he had a knee issue, "obviously from last year". So this little As the World Turns saga really get more odd as the days pass, but who the fuck cares where Manny is as long as he stays away from the rink. I heart TT and Tukka.

Call me Crazy but...

I've never been a big fan of TSN power rankings. I can understand them "favouring" Canadian teams, but come on. The Habs are TANKING big time and have been all month. Yet not only have they be able to stay in the top ten, but they rose to #9 this week. So losing a bunch gets you higher in the standings? TSN justifies their loses by stating they haven't lost by more than two goals. Wow. Sorry kids, but if you miss the bus by 2 seconds, you still missed the bus. Teach me the logic TSN, because I am eager to learn your tomfoolery.

I am also convinced that there is some gay Canadian law prohibiting Bruins from making #1. Yes San Jose is good, but the B's should be at #1 this week.

Simply. Outstanding.

The NHL schedule is a long, torturous affair. 80+ games of high-speed collisions, flying sticks, blades attached to churning feet, and a black, vulcanized object being propelled at ungodly speeds.

Teams go through cycles. Anyone that has played sports knows this. Sometimes everything goes your way. The ball bounces in your favor and it's like everyone can read each other's mind. Other times you feel like a little kid running around with grown men, men that have been playing the game for eons longer than you.

To get too excited about a pretty decent streak (5 game winning streak, 8-1-0 in the last nine) is a bit foolhardy. The ride will come to an end at some point. Players will look like they can't communicate even when they're two feet apart.

A bit of reason and reserve is prudent in a situation like this.

But in the quiet words of the Virgin Mary, "Fuck that shit, Sheriff 25."

Yes, ma'am. You don't fuck around with the Virgin Mary.

Tonight was the most complete effort I have seen from the Bruins in a very long time. I have come to feel as if the Habs are a sort of boogeyman, a spectre that steals into your soul and takes all of your hope, all of your reason to go on. I was recently speaking with a man from Ireland. He was telling me tales of the banshees that parents still use to goad their children into sleep. The Habs had assumed this kind of stature in my mind.

Tonight that came crumbling down. They looked like a weak expansion team, trying like hell to skate with the other guys, but repeatedly falling on their faces. They looked resigned to the fact that they're pretty much going to suck for the next 8-10 years until they build up their draft picks, similar to the Senators.

The game started with Edgecrusher putting a quick, pretty backhander past Price. Thornton has been playing outstanding hockey, as I've previously noted. That fourth line doesn't realize that they're supposed to go out, cycle, bang, cycle some more, and then politely return to the bench. They are relentless. Yelle has found his legs and is showing the skills that he has picked up over his many years in the league.

The B's just never stopped tonight. They kept pouring it on. Kept pushing. Kept skating, hitting, kept the snarl going.

It was phenomenal to watch.

Up to this point, Manny's name has been shit in Boston and in fan nation. He came into a tough situation, with cult hero Timmy playing amazing hockey. He got hurt and never got to prove himself.

Tonight Manny became a Bruin. He stood tall on the shots that came through and gave the boys the reassurance they needed to keep attacking. Tonight, Manny was accepted into my circle. I will never jeer him again. Anyone that is part of a game like tonight's can sleep with my sister.

It was pathetic to watch Georges come to Looch. I read his lips when he was talking. I'm pretty sure he said, "Hey Looch, Komi is a total vajine. Seriously dude, I know. I room with him, and he's always watching Lipstick Jungle and A Baby Story. Just fight me so we can be done with this." It's always sad to see a smaller man trying to fight a larger man's battles.

Finally, finally, FINALLY, I felt the Earth lurch. The fans began screaming and the camera zoomed back...to show Looch pummeling Komi. My heart lifted.

I have seen, intervened in, and been part of quite a few fist fights. There is nothing that makes me angrier than someone that will yap and yap and yap, but just won't throw knuckles. To me, as long as two people are willing combatants, let 'em go.

I think Komi finally realized that if he was going to continue withhis physical play, not only against the Bruins but league-wide, he would have to answer the bell.

Now, I'm not an easily intimidated individual. I've squared-off with all sorts of people in my life. Large, small, fat, scrappy, drunk, drugged, pissed-off. Tonight, you could have given me all the money in the world, any weapon I could think of, with the most advanced body armor available today, and I would not have engaged Milan Lucic. He looked like an animal. That look of wild bloodlust on his face, howling to his team, the opponents, the fans, the World, was truly terrifying.

Words cannot express how much I enjoy having this young man wear the spoked B.

I'll end this now. It's been a bit of a departure from what I normally write, but tonight was a game that deserved a different kind of post. As I stated earlier, the season is long and I'm sure there will be twist and turns.

But what a game. What a night to be a fan of the Boston Bruins.