Filed under: Leafs POV | Tags: jeff finger is rich, nhl playoffs 2010, plekanec's turtleneck, yappy lappy
1) Teams will rise to the occasion
2) Teams will crumble and fall
3) Alcohol Consumption will adjust itself accordingly.
Whether you’re celebrating a Stanley Cup victory or drowning your sorrows, we are here to offer you some guidelines to enhance your playoff experience.
TAKE A SIP WHEN…
- Dan Carcillo does a tough guy act while the referee holds him back (+1 if he looks particularly like Popeye the Sailor while doing so)
- During a Predators game you remember that Jason Arnott is still in the NHL
- Daniel Alfredsson makes any form of guarantee
- Play is delayed because of the puck getting stuck in Scott Hartnell’s hair
- Mike Babcock smiles (or does anything except scowl)
- Alex Ovechkin celebrates a teammates goal as if he scored it himself
- Every time the word “Stempniak” is said by a commentator
- Someone questions how aerodynamic Patrick Kane’s mullet is
- Sidney Crosby takes a dive
- Sidney Crosby takes a two-hander to the face and someone remarks that Crosby is a diver/pussy/too old to be living in Mario Lemieux’s basement
- Ron Mclean is clearly holding back laughter during a Don Cherry rant
- A call is blown on a video replay
TAKE A GULP WHEN…
- A call is correctly made on a video replay
- Tuukka Rask makes a great save and someone in a Leafs jersey is seen crying in the third row
- A questionable 4th goal is let in and the backup goaltender is shown sitting on the bench
- A questionable 4th goal is let in by a Canadiens goaltender and the fans are shown tipping over his car and burning down his parents house
- The Pittsburgh Penguins; needing a spark to get momentum, send out Max Talbot to get the piss beat out of him.
- A Phoenix Coyotes player accidentally steps on the ice prematurely wearing next years “Winnipeg Jets” jersey
- Patrick Kane is shown on screen with his mouthguard actually in his mouth
- Ovechkin is shown throwing water on his face (if unable to consumer anymore, feel free to splash beer on own face)
- Dany Heatley is shown texting Mark Messier on his Blackberry while on the bench
- Evgeni Malkin splits the D and dangles around Crosby’s shadow to score a highlight reel goal
- Detroit Red Wings fans throw an octopus onto the ice
- Phoenix Coyotes fans throw rubber snakes onto the ice
TAKE A CHUG WHEN…
- Chris Osgood realizes he has finally been unseated as the Red Wings starter and returns his helmet to the dumpster he found it lying next to in 1976
- Maxim Lapierre actually drops the gloves instead of hiding in Plekanec’s turtleneck every time he has to back up his incessant yapping
- Pierre Maguire mentions how awful Mellon Arena is (mere hours before he returns to his parents house to sleep under his Dion Phaneuf bedsheets)
- A home game for the Ottawa Senators actually features the majority of the fans cheering for the Sens
- Chris Pronger’s wife is shown researching new NHL cities to move to
- Scott Hartnell’s wife is shown researching cities to fool around with Jeff Carter
- Toronto Maple Leafs fans throw Jeff Finger onto the ice
PS: Add your own rules in the comments.
Filed under: Leafs POV | Tags: canadiens 2010 playoff run, kessel trade, plekanec's turtleneck
Well, stage one of the Kessel trade is complete. The trade right now is looking like Tyler Seguin, a 2nd, and a 2011 1st. Yes, Taylor Hall will go first. You’re wrong if you think otherwise. As for the deal, it looks pretty steep. I wouldn’t call it a loss quite yet, and it definitely isn’t the worst trade we’ve made with the Bruins recently (Come back, Tuuka)
However, this deal won’t be able to be properly evaluated until Seguin (and the faceless teenager we hand over to the Bruins next year) is in his 2nd or 3rd year and as is. Our side of the trade; Phil Kessel, is still 21 and developing. Phil needs to have a big summer in the gym.
Either way, we’ve got a 21 year old who can score 30 goals with help or training camp. The best is yet to come. This issue has been talked to death by Leafs fans so I’m simply not going to talk about it anymore. A twisted part of me curious what Habs fans think of the Kessel deal, though.
As was previously stated, this blog aims to provide a different angle on the Leafs and Habs. I’ve listened to Habs fans talk about their playoff chances against the Capitals and I’m generally hearing the same thing: they’re going to get run over. And here it is, Habs fans: you’re going to get run over. Now, don’t get me wrong – the Capitals can be stopped (and will be, in my opinion, by the Penguins). Ovechkin and Backstrom are legitimate stars but I can’t see Alex Semin being a “dig deep” style of player to take you far into the playoffs. The questions continue on the back end, as the blue line is far from the best and the questions in goal are essentially endless for Washington.
These questions were asked by Plekanec the other day as he questioned Jose Theodore’s credentials. Apparently it isn’t enough for the Habs and company to throw their own two goalies under the bus. On a related note, I don’t think a man who wears a turtleneck to work should be dishing out advice of any sort.
I always liked Jose when he was in Montreal and I can’t deny that I’d take some pleasure to watch him shut the Habs down. However, I don’t think the Caps would be the reason for an early post-season exit for the Canadiens. With top talent including Gionta, Gomez, and the Kostitsyns I’m not exactly here screaming about “playoff warriors”. So unless whichever goalie you don’t boo out of the bell centre steals four games, Mikey Cammalleri carries the team on his back, or he parks himself in front of Halak and blocks shots with his giant head, your playoff toolbox is a few wrenches short.
So from my end, I think the Habs playoff hopes are out of their hands, and you’ll have to wait and hope that Ovechkin injures Nik Backstrom and Mike Green in a botched celebration. But hey – feel free to disagree. And if you don’t, at we can all unite in our collective effort to laugh the Sens out of first round at the hands of my prediction for champions, the Pittsburgh Penguins.
On an unrelated note: the first chirp from this blog comes from PPP, who, when I asked him how to promote this blog to the Hab community he suggested we “write it in crayon”.
I was born in 1989, not the most prolific stretch of Habs hockey: the 60’s and 70’s seemed a long time ago, the 80’s were mostly frustrating, and a Stanley cup in ’86 didn’t ease nerves, the city wanted more.
April 4th was the day, the eve of what was expected to be a very exciting playoffs, a season where both the Habs and the Flames dominated the regular season and were destined for a date for the Stanley Cup. These were the days when players put up nearly 200 points a season, where superstars were protected by goons and refs, where expansion was only 21 teams and each one had an original feel. Hockey was apparently at its peak.
That year, the Habs lost in the Cup final to a team that was, well, destined for success. The Habs were hated by everyone, and still are. When the Flames won the Cup, coast to coast, across the border, and around the world, people celebrated.
I was brainwashed into being a Habs fan. My dad, who serves with our Navy, was and is a diehard Leaf, and one of my most vivid memories growing up was a picture on the wall when you walked into our old home with Felix Potvin, Wendel Clark, Doug Gilmour and Dave Andreychuk. When he went to sea in 1992, I was three going on four and my neighbours were the biggest Canadiens fans ever. When mom would go to work, they would babysit me and every day I would learn about them.
Dad wasn’t home until July 1993, at this point the Habs won the Cup and I was in love. When we went to greet him at the dock the first thing I said to my dad was “Look at this”. I opened my jacket to show him a shirt with the CH on the chest, red material and a big smile on my face.
I’m 21 now, and my dad hasn’t forgiven me since.
It’s the history is what makes being a Habs fan so special, from Newsy Lalonde and Joe Malone, through Guy Lafleur and Jean Beliveau, to Scott Gomez and Andrei Markov, it’s a team that is defined by its players: The ones with heart and the ones with rings, and the best example was Maurice Richard.
I loved him, I grew up wanting to be him, I wore the number 9 in all sports I played because he was my idol. The Rocket they called him: If you blinked, you’d miss a goal. His suspension caused riots, his skates would raise thousands to their feet, and his shot would bring cheers. He was the team, he was hockey, and he still is my idol.
Today, the said heart has missing for nearly two decades, and I’ve grown up to see the frustration, rue the what-ifs, and suffer from over-confidence and elevated expectations that the first hundred years put upon us. We had a few guys who left it all on the ice: Koivu, Recchi, Souray… And they all left us without a ring.
It seems rude and selfish to complain given what we’ve been blessed to have won, but watching highlights of the disappointment of 1989 reminds me that we’ve been in more painful situations, with teams with heart. 1993 was beautiful, but it never took my memory as a moment burned in my mind, and I was old enough to remember that.
On the brink of what seems to be yet another over-hyped, yet realistically hopeless playoff journey (Maybe), let’s not only observe the current state of the Habs, but the glorious past, and the uncertain future. It should be an interesting ride.
And maybe, just maybe, i’ll talk about Dad’s team.
What a difference a year makes. The Leafs have once again got out their golf shirts and clubs after a dissapointing season and have missed the playoffs for the 5th straight year. The Habs have managed to gather enough of an inconsistent season to start their playoff march against a team that they are not expected to beat. In all honesty, on paper, things haven’t changed that much at all.
Free agency really exemplified the difference in these two squads. Bob Gainey splashed his cash on speedy forwards like Brian Gionta and Mike Cammalleri while Brian Burke was concerned about steadying his blueline through the likes Mike Komisarek, Francois Beauchemin, and Norris Trophy candidate Garnet Exelby. However, through all 82 games, where we sit is the same. Montreal is staring down the most feared team in the NHL and Toronto sits at the bottom of the league without a lottery draft pick. The more things change the more they stay the same.
But Saturday, April 10th marked a strange day for the Forever Rivalry. A Toronto vs Montreal game ended with both teams going home happy. Montreal secured the point they needed to make the playoffs, while Toronto’s future captain Dion Phaneuf had the overtime winner to give the Habs one last loss in the 2009-2010 season courtesy of their friends in blue and white. I can’t help but stop to think about the season opener at the ACC when the two teams faced off and the game really meant something. After watching the OT winner get past former Leafs/former Ducks/current Flames/future Jokerit HC goaltender Vesa Toskala it was the start of a terrible year for Leafs fans but more importantly a great night for Leafs and Habs fans to drink beer and yell obscenities at each other.
We aim to provide you with that same atmosphere. Here, at the Home of the Hate, we we provide equal coverage on the Leafs and Habs from both perspectives (Leafs coming from Leaf & Lion , and Canadiens coming from newcomer to the blog circuit Chris Searl). This will give a chance for a fresh perspective on the squads, common ground for discussion among fans, and most importantly, a vent for Leafs and Habs fans to get at each others throats. There’s a comment button on every article. Don’t be afraid to use it.
Let the games begin.