Let me paint the scene. Saturday night, Perth, Ontario. A downtown pub & grill. Hockey banquet for the old-timer’s league. One lone bleu-blanc-rouge sweater floating in a sea of blue and white. This is Leafs territory. The Habs have made the playoffs, the Leafs haven’t. “Ha, ha!” CBC, the national game. The Habs will be up for this one, they’ll show the Leafs how hockey’s played. Bets for beers are placed. Great, I won’t have to spend a nickel tonight. “Ha,ha!”
The puck drops. A minute and a half into the game, Francis Bouillon gets his stick up on cry-baby Nazem Kadri…and the head goes back, Kadri grabs his face and its two-minutes in the box for Bouillon. Oh yeah, Chris Lee’s reffing, I didn’t think of that. Twenty seconds later it’s 1 – 0 Toronto; Tyler Bozak, weak shot. Cary Price not looking so good. The boys order a round. But then a dust-up, and Brandon Prust gets the better of Fraser McLaren, a little payback for McLaren giggling like a little girl after his last scrap with Josh Gorges. “Ha, ha!” O.K. this should wake the Habs up. Thanks, I’ll take a beer now. Make it a Molson. Leo Komarov’s weak wrister from the half-boards dribbles through Price’s legs. 2 – 0 Toronto. Cary Price looking worse. The boys order another round. Two minutes later, Nathan Beaulieu with a bad pinch (when’s Emelin back?) and the Leafs are off on a two-on-one, Jay Mclement with a weak backhand…3 – 0 Toronto. The boys order another round. Cary Price skates right to the bench, three goals on four shots, he knows what’s coming, Peter Budaj’s got his mask on. All right, the Habs are coming back now. The Canadiens latest acquisition, Davis Drewiske, with a blast from the slot after a nice pass from Brendan Gallagher makes it 3 – 1. Another Molson. Andrei Markov lets a laser go from the point beating Leafs goalie James Reimer “I’ll have a Mol”…CLANK…right off the post. “Never mind.” Keep up the pressure! The Leafs haven’t had a shot since their last goal and the Habs are firing away at Reimer. C’mon boys! One more before the period ends. Dion Phaneuf floats one in from the blue line, David Desharnais and Bouillion screen Budaj, 4 – 1 Leafs. The boys order another round. The two-on-ones continue as the second period starts and Phil Kessel manages to finish one off and it’s 5 – 1 Leafs. “Kessel’s sister shoots harder than he does!” I yell in desperation. Nobody’s buying it. I’m done for now, I’m not floating in a sea of blue and white anymore, I’m drowning. The boys order another round. Third period and the Habs are spending half their time in the penalty box. Game over. The boy have one more for the road. Luckily, I forgot me wallet.