Them's my boys!

Today I've got a voice that's rough, and scratchy, and pitched down to a low rumble... sort of Melissa Etheridge after long scotch and cigarettes bender.

This is what happens to a gal when she spends three hours screaming.

Every save, every shot on goal, the good and lousy penalty-killing, roaring epithets at those big nasty Bruins, sending coaching advice down from a hundred feet above the ice, making sure they could hear how much we loved them every single time that puck tucked into the net -- it all takes alot out of the ol'cords. But it's a sacrifice I was willing to make. A badge of honour, if you will.

What a game.

Three in a row in the third when we were down 3-1. Three in five minutes. Saku scoring the winning goal. What a goddamn game.

The only sour note in the night, far worse than the two in a row we let in, was caused by the fans. Booing the American national anthem was something I never thought I'd see, especially in Montreal. It was an appalling lack of class. I was so embarassed I could have walked down there and apologised to the Bruins myself.

Some have said that it was payback for the Pistons fans booing Toronto the other night during O Canada but, frankly Scarlett, I don't give a damn. It sucked to hear it come from us.

But there was a nice surprise too. Two Boston fans were alone in the cheap seats; the Blues, where everyone's got a painted chest, face, or arse that they wave at the cameras. And where, coincidentally enough, 75% of the Molson sales happen. Those Boston boys were taking alot of heckling. At one point, about a hundred people started up a chant of "ass-holes! ass-holes!". If the Bruins won, I feared they were gonna be killed.

After the end of the first a group of red-and-blue painted frat boys wearing what seemed to be giant Habs socks on their heads made there way towards the lone bit of yellow and black. I watched anxiously. After a moment or two, in that mysterious way guys have, they suddenly became friends. Much masculin hand-shaking and arm-slapping occured and then everyone dispersed to their corners with a smile and another beer. Sometimes, I really love guys.

And I will always love those Habs.