I'm bored. The Cup Finals are winding down and the draft is just over two weeks away. The Canadiens have a LOT to do before the season starts, and even though I'm not exactly expecting miracles, I still wish something would happen. For news-starved Habs fans (who have as much hope of having their team actually playing in June as they do of meeting a talking fish who grants them three wishes), this is the time of year when even re-signing the Breezer would be titillating.
I'm at that stage now, where I log onto the computer in the morning with that half-hopeful/half-fearful sense of anticipation: Today must be the day something happens. It's exactly three weeks to July 1, and Saku said he figured he'd be gone if not re-signed by then. Surely Gainey's not planning to leave it all until the last minute, right?
Come on, Bob. Throw us a bone. Announce something! I hear Breezer's sitting by his phone, refusing even to golf or polish his racecar for fear of missing your call. Saku's getting all shrivelly in the sauna while he tries to figure out if he should have a Habs-memorabilia yard sale on July 2. Poor Komisarek can't decide if he should stock up on blue-and-orange sweats or if he should hold off and just use the money to pay his agent an appreciation bonus for getting him out of the northeast and away from Lucic. Ray Shero is watching Jordan Staal's price tag increase and rubbing his hands together in glee as he calculates what he'll get for the kid in a draft-day trade. You need to move Bob!
If there is a lot of stuff just about to be revealed, that's great. But it's too quiet in Habs-world lately. Much too quiet.