My PeePee song!
Friday, 4 April 2014
Go You FuCHing Habs Go!
When my Habs have a remarkable chance to do some damage in the playoffs.It tickles Pavlovan joy in my sport gene stimulating streams of consciousness cascading excitement. Indisputably interesting times.
Filled with hope, for a cup and a ring for that dang team.
Refueling memories that keep the faith burning like a flower
that rarely produces seed in Spring
At the last possible moment moved Vanek
into the Stanley Cup sweeps. Literally and figuratively
fated to carry the team along with him. MB busted a legendary move
acquiring a Frank Mahovlich instead of a Peter. Its Vanek that has the league in a panic. Prior his arrival the team was not running on all cylinders. Just because they put you on the powerplay does not mean your a threat, just like standing in a garage does not make you a car. Vanck has dialed up the scoring dashboard exponentially. He is a Porsche driving the Autobahn line racing to the cup.
MT is not a lousy coach. I must eat a lot of crow for both him and DDD,
I just wish he could make the rest of the team react so exact.
What is wrong with PK rushing the puck? Why not let him play firewagon hockey, make him a Queen like a Bishop in a Knight combined!When he makes a rush where is the set play, where is an open man to pass off to?Certainly its hard to find open ice and this may be Eller's greatest weakness as well. Is he a bad passer or no one to pass to as well? Put together a highlight reel of Lars season and its going to be mostly filled with penalties for being a Viking.
Now that Montreal has clinched a spot they should be bringing up some rookies and plug them in. If we can platoon two rookies TinTin and NB through the playoffs we have peaked in Hybrid Range Rover Autobiography level luxury. Having your 3rd pair fresh every night turns hamburger into a cheap steak. A plug in hybrid defence. Therefore building this craft should be MB's number one payoff activity moving forward. Home ice advantage should not be rejected outright. However combining the synergy of a higher draft pick and a hybrid defence is a winner.
As for the rest he has not been terrible. Notwithstanding, that the capabilities of Supercomputers would fail to decipher the code behind; ice time allocation, combining of lines, and just overall the completely puzzling counter intuitive handling of personal. Making the playoffs with Cup potential and all must be forgiven. Any coaching move now is going to be a disaster unless the coach replacement is a all star playing one. Even so your manic Sam Pollock considers the opportunity cost of continuing on with this clown.
Every fan except Philadelphia, Boston and Toronto fears for the worst every game. Maybe the team will be flat, as lost on the ice as Stephen Harper's agenda. Assume Montreal is the people and the Government is the League. The team from Fort McMurry is beating up the environment, taking all the subsidies, the dirtiest team ever assembled. This is the kind of epic battle that could take place. Justin vs Dear Leader.
Toronto fans never fear because they are hockey zombies picking over a half century of cadaver, blissfully immune from reality tripping in cognitive dissonance. Country Comcast teams fear the boardroom and its stripped minions like Al Capone feared the Chicago PD. Jumping over this hurdle will never be easier. Fortunately keeping Karma intact Philly has been bad managered out of the playoffs. The Shaved Ape in Boston is more like a Phanef with hockey sense. The Princess picks up the puck and begins to lumber up the ice, like a logging truck on a twisting ice road. Suddenly Dion wonders "where did I leave my car keys"
Tampa is going to be a challenge. Les boys are going to be better in blasphemy, scoring on a Bishop. Ottawa gave him away for a bag of pucks for some reason. We will know it when the puck drops. Every member of the team with have finally hone the maneuvers of attack, exploiting the kink.
My PeePee song!
My PeePee song!