bleu blanc rouge et noir.

When he's been given the chance to play this season, the Habs 20-year-old defenseman PK Subban has looked like a possible future all-star. Even so, let's hope the above blackface tribute does not become a thing. (image via fourhabsfans)

Is there anything better than beating the fucking Bruins?

DOES A BEAR SHIT IN THE WOODS? Five wins in a row after last night's—let's face it—lucky win. Thank you, Tuukka Rask. Habs are 6-1 since the break, but frankly ain't playing all that hot. Still, make the playoffs, get steamrolled by Washington or Pittsburgh, call it a season. About the best a realistic Montreal fan can hope for with this mediocre bunch. Except if Halak is unconscious. Next game: Tuesday, here in NYC vs. the Rangers.

Biggest win of the season.

I stopped checking in during Oscar® commercials in the third period; this game was fucking over. After a good win over the Kings the night before, the Habs looked dead tired and, well, dead. Brian Gionta had a goal in each game of the 2-1 Cali-swing. Despite having a pathetic -7 goal differential, Montreal somehow sits in 7th in the Eastern conference. Three reasons for that: Halak; PP; and shootouts. The Habs are dead last, 30th, in 5-on-5 play. Next game: tonight vs. Tampa Bay.

Who the FUCK was that team in the third period Tuesday night?

I mean, the Bruins looked helpless. Skating. Forechecking. Backchecking. GOING TO THE NET. All three of their non-empty net goals were the result of someone driving hard and purposely to the net. SHIT (here's the highlights). Well. Tonight, in San Jose, starts a three-game Cali swing which will put an end to this false hope that resides in my pummeled hockey heart. But. The Habs are almost completely healthy again (Only real missing cog is Cammalleri), and in 7th place with 18 games left. Maybe?