
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.


