You know, three days ago most of Boston had their tippy toes peeking over the ledge of the Tobin Bridge waiting for a nice gust of wind to throw us into the brown abyss known as the Mystic River. Suddenly the sky opened up and what we saw was glorious. What we saw was what the black and gold bible has been speaking about since the days of Andy Moog. A man who will come down from the unknown and stop everything in his path to bring the Bruins eternal glory in the shape of a silver cup. What we saw was Tim Thomas standing on his head in the last half of the third period. And it was good!
Seriously though, Thomas was either really good or really bad on Monday in Montreal. Most of the time the guy was masterful between the pipes but there were some instances where the fans were clutching at their chest because of heart palpitations so large they would've put Wile E. Coyotes' to shame. For most of the night, Thomas stayed in his crease (yeah I know, shocking) and he had a steady hand at what was in front of him, but the goals by Sergie Kostitsyn and Tomas Plekanec were weak. Very weak. The Kostitsyn goal wasn't as bad as Plekanec's goal, but Thomas needs to close his five-hole and stop both of them. If you're going to win a Stanley Cup, you can't allow soft fucking goals like that one, especially to a team that has had your number for three games.
Let's be honest with ourselves for a minute. When we were watching the standings throughout March, isn't this the team we wanted? Wasn't this the team that the Bruins defeated two out of the last three times with a 6-8 victory and then a 7-0 beating, both at home? We all wanted Montreal because the Bruins could beat them, but had trouble beating the Rangers and the Sabres throughout the season. The Bruins had it all when it came to facing Montreal. They had depth, strength, aggression, size and the goaltending evened out. Hell, in the 7-0 game, the Bruins finally learned how to skate with the Canadiens, right? Wrong
Games 1 and 2 were probably the worst games the Bruins have played all season or at least it felt that way. It could have been the weight of the playoffs that made these losses more intense, but coming out of Game 2 I thought all hope was gone. I'll be real with you, DOY family. I was sending text messages and tweets to my friends saying that I was "on the ledge" because the Bruins looked like District 5's bastard child. As bad as the Bruins looked, the Canadiens looked great. Carey Price was positioned well in net and didn't have to move horizontally to make saves, the Canadiens forwards were cutting to the net and finding open space in the slot and their power play was once again effective. Basically, the Canadiens beat up on the "more physical, stronger and aggressive" Bruins by taking their weakness (skating, shooting, special teams) and shoving it down their throats. After the jump, lets look at Game 3 and some random thoughts...