Dennis Kane is Even Less Thrilled With The Habs Now
By Dennis Kane
Not even an army of shrinks could come close to explaining the Montreal Canadiens in their pathetic 3-0 loss to the Washington Capitals, in a game they needed, coming after one of their best performances of the year against the NY Rangers.
There can be absolutely no excuse for what the Habs gave us on this chilly Wednesday night. No drive, no passion, no push, in such a crucial game. It makes no sense. In fact, I’m sure there’s not a soul on the planet who could explain this. Freud and Frasier would be baffled.
It might have been the most disappointing game of the year for me. I’m beyond angry. This team should take out a full-page ad in a couple of newspapers, apologizing for what they gave us after we had built up such hope. And yet they won’t have to sneak out of the Bell Centre in shame after showering and dressing. Folks will be waiting patiently, and clamour for these multi-millionaires’ autographs and handshakes. It makes me nauseous.
How can a team come out and accomplish so little against a Washington Capitals squad that impresses no one, a mediocre bunch that managed just 16 shots on Carey Price, three of which went in? It’s such an inexplicable mind-blower. It’s unforgivable for these Montrealers to be flat when they needed to be sharp.
How about those folks who paid a bushel of dollars for their tickets, especially the ones who came from out of town and got hotel rooms and were excited to see the Canadiens in living colour, some for the first time. Then they see this garbage. The team should be sued for ticket price rip-off. No way was this thing worth more than a buck fifty. Fans came out expecting a hockey game and they got a muzak concert.
The power play was once again a supreme disaster, failing to score on 14 minutes of extra advantage. The team as a whole, and as they have been on so many nights this season, were out of sync and disorganized. And I’ll just bet if the camera had panned the Habs bench late in the game, we would’ve seen Scott Gomez laughing. Maybe I just missed it as I walked from room to room, muttering.
This team, after playing so well just three days ago, should have had bounce, new-found killer instinct, a feeling that they could actually get things going. Instead they played like they had massive hangovers. I just can’t get over it.