It all came together tonight. A night in Montreal where a flimsy, phony cup was trotted onto the ice and the chants of "Ole ole" rang down celebrating a minor league championship. That sham that was perpetrated before the game lit a fire under this Leafs team and they were none too pleased.
The positives? Too many to even fucking mention. The pugnacity was there. The testosterone. The belligerence. And lest we forget the truculence. The glorious sweet truculence.
The habs looked like the small team they are tonight and couldn't get anything going against a superior Leafs team that just gelled at the right time. After playing last night, and being dog tired trying to solve the enigma that is Ryan Miller, the Leafs put together the best game of the last calendar year for a solid, solid win tonight. Fuck I am so proud of this team tonight, on a few occasions my eyes welled up with tears watching them play. Every single player attacking the puck, finishing checks, blocking shots, NEVER GIVING UP ON THE PLAY.
This is a Double-B team. It has arrived.
My only concern now is for the Monster. His teammates pulled up their socks and said "let's finish this goose egg for the Monster". And finish they did.
Fuck you Habs, and fuck your grey cup.