Tuesday, March 4, 2008

The story of a torn goalie lover

Last night's Sharks game was rough. I was watching it with McMan at Ma's house. Everyone else on the ranch was rooting for Montreal because of Baby Carey Price and his affiliation with our local Major Junior team and our family. What's a girl to do? Root for the young man who is ultimately responsible for bringing together me and McMan and providing us with years of quality goal tending or root for my favorite NHL players and team?

The Sharks looked sharp despite a few bad penalties. They took advantage of defensive breakdowns (and non-calls) and skated with speed and determination and ended up winning the game. Marleau, Thornton and Cheechoo scoring along with Shelley's first of the season and Cambell's first as a Shark in his first game at HP Pavillion. If they keep playing like that, they've got a shot at passing the Ducks and possibly even the (Richards-boosted) Stars.

Carey was hung out to dry a couple times by his defense. He also was interfered with more than I like to see my team do to anyone - not just a goalie with a special place in my heart. His frustration was apparent through most of the last 30 minutes of the game - not something normally shown by the cool, calm and collected Price. But not to worry, Habs fans, in the past, he has used that and come back more determined than ever.

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