Now I Have To Pretend To Live A Normal Life
Now I Have To Pretend To Live A Normal Life
Montreal Canadiens 3 - Boston Bruins 4 in Overtime
Boston Wins The Series 4 Games To 3
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I try to watch, report and write on every game with an impartial brain. As an aspiring professional, I know that I have to separate my heart from my head and that everything I do must without bias. Yes, I can use my ideas, opinions and views to formulate my work but never should I use the fact that I am fan of one team or another.
The next few paragraphs will be different as I cannot get the ‘Bleu Blanc et Rouge’ out of my system. Am I thinking coherently as I write this, probably not. I know my thoughts and words may not translate exactly how the game was played and the entire events surrounding the defeat.
Game seven was awesome. It had everything that you could ask for in a deciding game. The crowd was electric and you could see the tension in their eyes as well as the players’ eyes. Much like a great novel, our antagonist put his mark on the game early. The Bruins scored two early goals. Johnny Boychuk and Mark Recchi scored in the first 5:33 to put the Habs behind the eight ball the entire night. As I sat watching the first period, I knew, I felt that it was only a time that things would change. The hero of the novel always comes back slowly doing it the right way. The Habs began to hit and skate, and the tide slowly turned. Eventually, Yannick Weber would get one one back on the power play, and everything looked good going into the second period.
The Habs would dominate in the second period. Tomas Plekanec tied the game up with a breakaway goal, and the Canadiens had countless chances to take the lead. Tim Thomas was on his game and kept the Canadiens at bay. Carey Price was steady though out the first two periods, coming up big at times. The second period ended with the game tied, leaving Habs fans with a feeling that this was the period where at least two more goals could have gone in. That feeling would haunt us the rest of the way.
The third was just as eventful as every third period in the series before it. Chris Kelly gave the Bruins the lead half way through. Both teams had numerous chances, but Thomas and Price were outstanding. You could feel the series culminating to a great climax. Breakaways, saves and another Andrew Ference "incident". This time, it was Jeff Halpern’s head that felt the force of Ference’s shoulder. No penalty was assessed as, unusually, or usually if you are a Hab fan, the referees were looking elsewhere. On a side note, both Ference and Milan Lucic are set for supplementary hearings with Colin Campbell. Lucic crushed Jaroslav Spacek’s head in game six but alas do Habs fan care anymore? Patrice Bergeron took a late penalty and the whole arena went silent. The Habs had one final power play with three minutes left. The star of the series, P.K. Subban, decided that it was his time to leave his mark on the game. He hammered one into the top of the net to tie the score.
So there it was. Game seven was going into overtime. It was the perfect way for the series to end; if only Montreal had won.
Any hockey pundit will tell you that overtimes usually go one of two ways. The game either ends very quickly within five minutes or it goes on much longer. Tonight’s was quick and ended shortly after the five minute mark. Halpern was tossed from the defensive zone faceoff and Plekanec lost another draw. After a couple of attempted clearances, the puck found its way to Nathan Horton at the blue line. He directed his slap shot towards Price, but Halpern’s skate deflected the puck into the net.
The game was over. The series was over. The heroes lost and the bad guys won.
The next hour or so, I had many colleagues and friends try to cheer me up. The Habs had a good season, they weren’t supposed to fight this hard, the series was awesome. I didn’t and don’t care. All I will be left with for the entire summer is that we lost in game seven in overtime to the hated Boston Bruins. I am still walking around in a daze and I am sure you can see the sorrow in my words.
So now what do I do with my life over the next few months? Well, I guess I can pretend to live a normal life but without the Habs how can any life be normal. The next few days and months will be tough and I could start cheering for the Vancouver Canucks. They are the last Canadian team remaining and that’s all I hear from the media. Now you have to root for the Canucks if you are a true Canadian.
I will never root for the Canucks. Of course I will watch the rest of the playoffs. Of course there will be good games and great plays. But it just won’t be the same. It’s never the same when the Montreal Canadiens aren’t lifting the Stanley Cup. Never.
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