Memo to Carey Price: Stop the effing puck

Montreal seems to be suffering from a complete inability to operate at %100 efficiency. With the exception of game 7 against Boston, Montreal has had some parts of the team working well, while other parts have been garbage. If the offense is clicking, the defense is crap. If the defense is limiting the opposition's chances, the offense and the powerplay are out to lunch. Last night, Carey Price lost the game to the Flyers. I know Martin Biron played very well, and absolutely robbed the Habs of some chances, but I'm nto about to give him credit for this game.

Carey Price does not deserve to be compared with Patrick Roy and Ken Dryden. His glove hand seems to have been exposed as a fatally flawed part of his game. He was not "mediocre" as some have diplomatically put it. He was terrible. The first two Flyers goal, and the Briere goal as well (though Markov shares some blame and needs to stop being demonstrably worse than Patrice Brisebois) were horrible, terrible goals that even Andre Racicot should have stopped.

Montreal gave a wondeful effort against the Flyers last night. They outshot the Flyers by an incredible margin, and in my eyes, controlled the play from start to finish. All that means jack squat if your goalie can't make saves your grandmother could make whilst wearing her goddamn mumu.

My problem with this goes beyond a simple bad game. Good goalies shrug it off. Carey Price, in response to a five-goal shitting-of-the-bed in game 5 against Boston, proceeded to further soil the aforementioned bed with another five goal performance. That may be well and good against the hapless Bruins who cannot seem to overcome some sort of voodoo hex against the Habs, but against other teams, in later stagers of the playoffs, this is lethal. Carey Price looks beyond average to me. He looks out of place. Yes, Plekanec cannot seem to buy a goal, but Carey Price cannot seem to make even the simplest saves. At least PLekanec is playing well enough to get the chances he has. Price has failed to do even the simplest things for an alarming amount of time this spring. Until he can, he is as good as yet another also-ran in the long string of disappointments that have played between the pipes since 1995.