Issue #44 – The Price Is Wrong
“Somebody get him a ladder” – Gord Millar on 5′11″ Rick Rypien fighting 6′7″ Hal Gill
Height jokes were flying fierce Wednesday night in Vancouver. Playing their second game in as many nights, the effort of Les Habitants equaled that of their collective stature.
While Hank had 4 points and every one on the team apart from Luongo seemed to hit the back of the net, it was the lackluster play of Carey Price, making his hometown debut, that stole the show.
The Canadiens prized first rounder from Les Draft has had a serpentine beginning to his career.
Allegations of immaturity and laziness have dogged an otherwise sparkling rookie campaign in the American League and the WHL.
And no, the goal lamp behind Carey Price was not broken, that was the Vancouver Canucks doing their best imitation of a shark after smelling blood. (In this case, the blood of a virgin).
There is little to criticize about the game, apart from TSN panning to Jerry Price’s forlorn face every five minutes.
It was hard not to feel for the guy.
Now in Vancouver, we are hard on our team for good reason, we haven’t won shit. Carey Price cleary has the legacy of Dryden and Roy resting square on his shoulders and a Montreal media hell bent on reminding him at every turn.
Vancouver fan’s are annoying, but they are a forgiving lot. Montreal fans: that’s another story.
Next up – Dallas