As Ghandi said, "Oh God." That was my reaction every time Patrice Brisebois came near the puck, or, more accurately, came near any Sabre carrying the puck. I didn't keep an accurate tally, but there were at least two giveaways, two completely missed checks that led to odd-man rushes, and one stupid bone-headed idiot rookie dumbass go-back-to-the-ECHL-right-now penalty.
I was actually supremely shocked that Guy Carbonneau did not simply shoot him during the second intermission, and even more suprised to see him actually out on the ice for the third period.
Can Bob Gainey and Carbonneau PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give the poor fans some peace of mind and send this ass-turd packing? I mean, instead of playing Dandenault on the fourth line, why not put him on defense and let someone else have a chance? I dunno, someone named either Chipchura or Paciorrety? I hear both of those kids aren't half bad. But what do I know? I'm sure there's a reason the team plays Brisebois, the most overrated putz to don the Bleu-blanc-rouge since Donald Audette.
And I'll tell you this: Bob Gainey can defend him all he wants, call Habs fans "not real fans" all he wants, but until Breeze-by is shipped out of Montreal, replete with a Tar/Feather tuxedo, TRUE Habs fans are duty-bound to boo this asshole. We who boo him are the real fans, Bob. Until Breezer goes, Gainey and Carbonneau do not deserve our respect.
As a follow-up, I in no way blame last night's loss on Brisebois's play. That is another matter entirely, and there was much more going on than just Breeze-by's ass-hattery. I'm just getting my Breeze-by digs in early.
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