Pace on Earth

Where Have All The Good People Gone

Where did the Ghosts go? Where did the good Habs go? Where did my head go? These are all questions I am asking today after the debacle that was last night's game. A 5-2 loss to the lowly Leafs. Shiiiiiiiit. I should have guessed it; I invested to much emotionally in this pilgrimage. The only ghost that showed up last night was the ghost of Daryl Sitler in the body of Jason Blake. Laraque did lay the smackdown on Brad May though, so that was something.

The atmosphere itself was electric and our seats, although not close to the ice, were great and did have beer service. The concourse on our level was also pretty posh so we felt, however briefly, like high rollers. I did however find myself wondering what it would be like sitting up top in the nosebleeds because up there they have (seemingly) hot french girls dressed in tight white Habs jerseys pumping the crowd. I would say that is worth a cheaper ticket but that an argument for another time.

The anthem was surreal and it was great to hear Montreal belting out O Canada in both languages. Lots of Leafs fans in the crowd joining in. They were pretty happy pretty quickly too. The Habs got outplayed badly and 5-2 was an accurate reflection of the game. Luckily there are lots of places in Montreal to find solace.

We are set to hit the road now and kind of wishing the we were flying back as well. The drive will give us a chance to see some familiar sights on the way home though.

A bientot Montreal!

Pace out.

posted by Vitamin S @ 12:47 p.m.