Bergervin not picking Zadina at third overall in the draft this past Friday is so Bergervin. Instead of the skilled goal scoring machine winger Montreal went with Jesperi Kotkaniemi to fill the void at center that the organization has lacked. Zadina then sat as three players were selected before him. And now Detroit is on the clock with the sixth pick in the draft. At this point I wouldn’t have been surprised to see Zadina not picked again but Ken Holland was intelligent and Filip Zadina was finally selected. Arguably the second-best goal scorer in this years draft, what a fuckin gift for Detroit.
Zadina was asked after he was drafted what he brings to the Red Wings organization:
“I bring the goals.”
If you’re the Red Wings you gotta love grabbing this player at the sixth spot and what he will bring to your team. With Zadina projected to have gone number three in the draft it would’ve been a no brainer for the Montreal Canadiens to select him right? Not if you’re Marc Bergervin.
Zadina had one message for the Canadiens and Senators for not picking him:
“I’m going to fill their net with pucks.”
Like the Senators don’t have enough problems. Well, consider yourself warned.
Danny B has played his final game in the NHL and it’s too bad it was with the Avalanche. All the damage he did against teams throughout his career in the playoffs was fun to watch except against my Rangers in 2007 but I digress. The former 1996 first round pick to the Phoenix Coyotes exits the game without a Stanley Cup. When healthy he was an exciting player to watch and he scored some clutch goals and did the same celebration legitimately every time.
Not to mention the guy put 30 points in 2010 playoffs as a member of the Flyers when they went on to eventually lose to Chicago in the finals.
People that are in the right state of mind don’t say things like that. He looks forward to the challenge that lies ahead. Right off the bat that just sounds bad. Mike’s anticipating clashing with the winger… Probably gonna have another Kostitsyn on their hands. Take a look at Semin’s stats since the 06-07 campaign:
Pretty fuckin sweet numbers from 2006-2010.. But nothing has matched that or come close. Montreal isn’t an easy place to play in so Semin better sack up and do shit like this:
Things got a little ugly last night in Montreal. Lars Eller thought it was a good idea to butt-end Meeky Zibs in the waj. And then later in the tilt Subban chops at Stark Mone’s wrist and fractures the goddamn thing. Subban got 5 and was tossed. And then came Senator’s head coach Dave Cameron’s presser after the game:
This guy fuckin rules. He’s got this villain-like demeanor to him. He’s like a cross fade between Benedict Cumberbatch and David Bowie. Cross fade.
So pretty much Cave Dameron is like “yo suspend Subban or we get a free shot at Pacioretty Thursday”
Now that Mark Stone is going to miss time with a broken wrist, Cumberbatch will be inserting Chris Neil into the lineup….
There was a time in March 2011 while in attendance at MSG for a loss to St. Louis yours truly started a chant from the old 300’s on the 7th Ave end which quickly spread like wild fire through the Garden Faithful. It wasn’t the first time it had been heard under the famous ceiling above Penn Station; at the time an all too familiar ode to the man with perhaps the best job security on the island of Manhattan. “Fire Sather” had a good ring to it, and given the mediocre product that had graced the ice for a third straight season with what seemed no hope to a fruitful ending any time soon, and preceded by a decade’s worth of little to no reward, the blame and vitriol be felled the broad shoulders of the smug and stealth general manager directly sitting just a couple stories above my location that evening.
There was a foolish movement around that time which gained steam through social media on the interweb to stage a protest outside the 9 story cylinder on the corner of 7th and 33rd, to which of course a scant few actually showed up for. Over Glen Sther’s now 14 year run at the helm of the New York Rangers much criticism has been lobbed his way for a perceived mismanagement of a club with lofty expectations that had come to ruins in the years following it’s only championship in the past 73 years. Ranger fans are starved for another sip from Lord Stanley’s Holy Grail, especially having to endure such greatness in recent times from a certain team from the swamp. However, as the club on this day sits one win from reaching the Stanley Cup Finals, one must laud the cigar sucking mastermind for his diligence in crafting this club on the precipice of glory.
Throw it back to July/August of 1995 for a moment. Rangers President and GM Neil Smith had just watched his team be discarded by the bigger, stronger force that was the Philadelphia Flyers. The Rangers had lost much of their own muscle following their ’94 Cup parade, and those that remained seemed still battle wounded from said excursion. The thought was that Smith must retool the depth and mettle on the roster to combat the broad street Bullies. After an attempt to acquire Shayne Corson from the Blues went awry, out went Sergei Zubov and Petr Nedved for a return of Luc Robitaille and Ulf Samuelsson from Pittsburgh. Later that season at the deadline Smith would spin the roulette wheel again as he had in ’94 dealing Mattias Nordstom, Nathan Lafayette, Ray Ferraro and Ian Laperierre to LA for Jarri Jurri, Marty McSorley and Shane Churla. The result? Yet another second round loss, this time at the hands of a highly skilled and speedy Penguins squad, a team he helped bolster with the likes of Nedved and Zubov. The muscle he acquired sacrificed to the offensive flow and speed due to rash decisions to what happened against Philly a year before.
Glen Sather’s entire regime has been predicated by attempts to field a squad with solid offensive depth. While that took a brief back seat in the waning years of John Tortorella, the 2013-’14 incarnation is result of a gradual process which has taken place over the past 14 years. After being handily dispensed at the hands of the much stronger Boston Bruins last year, one might have anticipated such moves to acquiesce to that style of play, which could have become a detriment in the Conference Final series which the Rangers find themselves up 3-1 heading into game 5 tonight in Montreal. the Canadiens play an open, quick transition game which is a match-up that favors this Rangers squad coached by the calm demeanor and offensive mastermind that is Alain Vigneault, and iced by a multitude of offensive weapons both up front and on the back end. This team has the depth and skill to perhaps lift the chalice.
If one does not learn from history, he is doomed to repeat it. All Ranger fans should thank Glen for sticking to his laurels, as well as be thankful some chants fall on deaf ears.
Its Monday morning and everyone in the city of Montreal is already fucked up. Game time is 9 hours from now so either its a day long pregame or all of Canada’s French people are still trying to forget about the game 1 shit kicking at the hand of the Rangers.
PS sorry about the lack of content in recent times; between Trapp moving/getting new job and myself looking for new employment the blog has taken an unintentional back seat. That’ll start to change soon.
As a kid I only remember him because he played for the Canucks in 1994 when they lost to the Rangers in the cup. I don’t give a squirt of piss about his impact on the game of hockey but his impact to the sub world is nothing short of stellar.
The guy’s got a restaurant in Montreal called Momesso Restaurant
The place looks like an absolute shit hole but I love subs and sandwiches and when I go back to Montreal in May, I’m gonna stop at this place. Here’s a review by some guy:
On Montreal Restaurant Momesso’s Chef Deck Says: Sergio Momesso might not have been the best Montreal hockey player in the world but his legacy lives on through his faultless sub. In my humble opinion Momesso’s Restaurant has by far the greatest Montreal sub I ever tasted. I have only ever experienced their sausage sub, because once you go spicy sausage, you can never go back. The meat is so succulent, the spice is just right, the bread has the ideal crisp, and the coleslaw brings together the medley of perfection. I’m also smitten with their onion rings which add to the overall utopia of flavors. So to finish if you or anyone out there wants a real legacy (not a commercial Wayne Gretzky one) stuff that sausage and that sausage will stuff you!