Friday, May 15, 2026

Brainiacs

    

    After eliminating the Tampa Bay Lightning in the first round of this year's playoffs, reporters asked Juraj Slafkovsky about his health. He'd taken a couple of serious hits to the head; one in a fight and one from a massive hit. The young player answered, "I think I'm good, you know. I can't really get much dumber."
    It was a candid, tongue-in-cheek answer from a young player who is far, far from dumb.
    By now, everyone knows the Montreal Canadiens have a young team. They have a fast team and a talented one. They're tenacious and hardworking. They have size in players like Arber Xhekaj, Kirby Dach, Kaiden Guhle, Slafkovsky and Josh Anderson. They've got generational skill in Lane Hutson and elite scoring capability in Nick Suzuki and Cole Caufield. And of course they have a unique coach beloved by his players in Martin St.Louis. (The hug he gave Ivan Demidov after his first-ever playoff goal was the perfect illustration of that.)
    What a lot of people miss about the Canadiens is they're also a smart team. After years of watching guys like Andrei Kostitsyn barge into the offensive zone and then appear to completely forget why he's there, smart is a refreshing change.
    It all starts with GM Kent Hughes. He's the one who decides what qualities the team should exhibit and hunts for the guys who best fit that bill. 
    "Number one, he’s very intelligent," said Vincent Lecavalier upon Hughes' hiring. He’s intelligent, but he doesn’t think he’s the smartest guy in the room. He lets people talk and lets them express themselves and he listens. He’s open to good ideas all the time. He’s very analytical. He’s a very intuitive person, too. If something’s wrong or not going well, he picks up on those things. He’s a great human being."
    Once Hughes took over, his first job was finding a coach who'd match the philosophy he wanted to bring to Montreal. Enter St.Louis, even though the choice was way off the board. He had zero pro coaching experience, but Hughes didn't care about that because of the coach's other, more valued attributes.
    "What impresses me is the reason we hired him in the first place, because of the qualities that he brings," Hughes says. "It was his analytical mind, his emotional intelligence, his leadership qualities, his hockey IQ. This is somebody who rises up to challenges. He doesn’t shrink, he’s adaptable, he’s bright, and he’s able to make adjustments."
    When choosing players for the Canadiens, Hughes and St.Louis look for skill and character, of course, but they also look for brains. They want players who don't just perform on the ice, but who are constantly thinking while they do it.

                         πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’

    Some of the players...Caufield, Hutson, Jake Evans and Mike Matheson among them...were fitted for their thinking caps in college. They played in a league that focused more on physical and mental development than on a heavy schedule of game play. Unlike some of their junior colleagues, college players often tend to come to the pros with a well-rounded perspective on the game and on life.
    Others, like Suzuki, come from families that placed a high value on education. The captain actually went to art school instead of conventional college. He believes developing creativity inevitably develops intelligence.
    "It helps for sure. Thinking outside the box is a great way to be a good hockey player. Just trying to see things that other people don't," Suzuki says. "All these kinds of art forms that I've been studying have helped my brain with thinking fast and being precise."
    Some players are just born gifted with intelligence on the ice like Lane Hutson.
    "He is special. His poise, his brains, his hands, his edgework," praises analyst Craig Button. "He’s always aware of where opportunities are. Everybody on the ice knows he’s a brilliant player and yet he continues to do brilliant things."
    You don't get to thrive in the NHL as an undersized D-man without being smart enough to not only avoid being killed, but to turn what others might consider a weakness into strength.
    It's interesting to note many of the smartest players around were not immersed completely in hockey when they were growing up. Suzuki spent summers playing golf, competitive soccer, volleyball and basketball. Caufield played baseball and football in the hockey offseason. Slafkovsky played soccer and Jakub Dobes ran cross country. Sports psychologists will tell you it's important to vary a young athlete's activities, not only to improve physical strength and coordination, but because different sports require different ways of thinking which excercise the brain.

                      πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’

    When you play for a smart coach like St.Louis, you'd better be smart too. His thinking is often unorthodox and requires some adaptation for players new to the room. The more intelligent the player, the easier it is for him to adjust his game quickly.
    People rave about how fast the Habs rebuild has happened, and a big part of that is group intelligence. Clever players learn quickly and they rarely make the same errors repeatedly. Take Slafkovsky for example. He came into the NHL with huge expectations on his shoulders and ended up spending a lot of time getting caught off guard and taking massive hits to throw him off his game and onto his butt.
    Now, at just 22 years of age, he has quickly overcome a very steep learning curve and is making himself into a dangerous power forward.
    "I like Juraj SlafkovskΓ½'s game, maybe because I see myself in him when I was young," lauds none other than legend Jaromir Jagr. "I like these types of players who are strong on the boards. He is also very intelligent.”
    So no, Slaf. If Jagr says you're not a dummy, then you're not.
    You're smart enough to keep up with the smartest young team in the NHL.

Thursday, May 14, 2026

For Want of a Nail

   

     In 1758, Benjamin Franklin published his Poor Richard's Almanac. It was his last edition, and it included a version of this parable:

    For want of a nail, the shoe was lost;
    For want of a shoe, the horse was lost;
    For want of a horse, the rider was lost;
    For want of a rider, the battle was lost;
    For want of a battle, the kingdom was lost,
    And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

    On January 10, 2026, Detroit Red Wings forward Lucas Raymond capitalized on a wild deflection off the Zamboni door at the Bell Centre, scoring the opening goal against Montreal. The Habs ended up losing that game 4-0 after the early momentum shift.
    On March 10, the Canadiens got the benefit of the bounce when Phil Danault grabbed the puck as it flew out in front of the crease on a freaky deflection off the Zamboni door.
    In April, Jakub Dobes had a near-miss when the puck bounced off the door again.
    And in Game Four of the second-round series against Buffalo, the Sabres tied it up when Tage Thompson benefited from the wonky door.
    Franklin might have moralized:

    For want of a hinge, the puck was lost;
    For want of a puck, a goal was lost;
    For want of a goal, the game was lost;
    For want of a game, the series was lost;
    For want of a series, the playoffs were lost,
    And all for the want of a Zamboni door hinge.

                    πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’

    It'd be easy to say the fluky goal sucked momentum away from Montreal and made the difference. It probably did have an impact, but it's the post-season. Weird things happen. There'll be missed calls, missed goals and strange bounces. Usually, there's nothing to be done except shake your head and get back out there.
    The problem with the fluke goal in Game Four wasn't that it happened. That's playoffs. The problem was it was allowed to happen. This isn't the crappy rink in Phoenix. This is the Bell Centre, home of one of the richest NHL teams in the league. The owners built a beautiful arena. The front office has filled it with talent and the coaching staff, all 97 of them, spend night and day poring over video, planning strategy and working with the players to make sure they've done everything possible to remove distraction and prepare the team. Team staff makes sure the players are physically and mentally cared for; fed the most nutritious food, given the best workout facilities anywhere. Thousands of fans bring passion and energy to the rink every game night. 
    So, to have all of this time and money invested in giving the Canadiens every possible advantage and then get punished by a simple door hinge just doesn't make sense. Surely there's an engineer out there somewhere who can eliminate the problem.
    The players and coaches have talked about it. They know the puck bounces oddly there and they know to watch out for it. Unfortunately, knowing it's coming doesn't mean you can stop it from happening. It's kind of like getting old, as this issue is getting old.
    There's not much point in spending millions to ice a competitive team when you're undermining your own efforts with known...and preventable...problems. This issue has to be solved immediately. It's already cost a goal the Canadiens couldn't afford to give up on a night when they weren't playing with enough energy to win. It's got to be playing on the goalies' minds. It's a distraction that doesn't need to be one.
    There will be another game at the Bell Centre this playoff. Game Six will be huge. Somebody will be eliminated or forcing a Game Seven. It would be bordering on tragic to have a simple maintenance issue figuring into the outcome of a wild series.
    For want of a nail.
    

Saturday, May 9, 2026

A Midnight Conversation

 


The Scene: a darkened Montreal cathedral on a quiet night in May. 

(A man dressed all in black approaches furtively, glancing over his shoulder before slipping through an unlocked door and stealthily advancing up the aisle to kneel before the altar. Flickering candlelight faintly illuminates the space. Is it a penitent? The Phantom of the Opera? A member of Dan Brown's Illuminati? The kneeling form draws back its hood to reveal a worried-looking Cole Caufield.)

Caufield: Um, Lord? God? God?? Are you there?

(silence)

Caufield: Hey, God? Okay, look.. I don't know if you really hang out here or not, but I thought it couldn't hurt to try.

The Almighty: (sighs) Hello Cole. Are you back to ask for "just five more inches" again? I thought I've made it pretty clear it's not going to happen. You don't just add a few inches when you're 25 years old. Sheeesh. Even my guys in Turkey couldn't pull that off. Go home to bed, kid. I've got real games to fix.

Caufield: Ha! I KNEW it! I knew You decide which players are the most deserving and you reward them for their dedication, loyalty and honesty. I KNEW it wasn't all for nothing.

God: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! That's not what I'm saying, kid. I don't care who wins. I just care who covers the spread. This portion of this sacred petition is sponsored by Bet365.

Caufield: (impatiently)  No, no! God, WHY would you do this? You gave me adversity and I overcame it. You gave me talent and I used it. Why take it away from me now?

God: Would it help if I told you it's a test? That when you finally DO score it'll feel so much better? That you'll appreciate it even more?

Caufield: No! I don't need a test! I need a goal! Please, God, you have to help me.

God: (in a thundering voice) I am displeased by you, Cole.

Caufield: But WHY? What did I do?

God: Oh, for Me's sake! I've given you all you need. You have vision, brains, speed and skill. I have blessed you with charisma and wealth. I have bestowed upon you an ability to laser a hockey puck with the precision of a butterfly's heart surgeon. I've made you invisible to the defenders' naked eye. I even sent one of My angels to coach you. Why do you always ask for more? This is the sin of greed!

Caufield: But Lord, You're the one who MADE me want more! You gave me drive and passion and ambition. Why would you do that if you wanted me to settle for ordinary? You're more confusing than NHL reffing.

God: Hey! Low blow, kid! I am mysterious. They are blind. Anyway, you're right. Forget what I said. It's all bullshit. Go out and do your thing. Grab everything you can. (silence ensues. Caufield doesn't move. God sighs) Now what, Cole?

Caufield: Just one goal, Lord. I know the flow will come if I can get just one. Can't You push a shot a bit so it bounces in? Or maybe You could make Lyon go blind, just for a second? Could You send a plague or something, just as a distraction?

God: No! There will be no plague!!

Caufield: Just a little one? Only a few locusts?

God: (wearily) Go home, Cole. Trust yourself.

Caufield: (chastened) Yes, Lord. Thank you, Lord. Could I just ask...

God: NOOO!

Caufield: Okay, okay! I'm leaving. I'll think about what you said.

(Caufield trudges back down the aisle and leaves the church, checking for observers as he goes. Inside, the twin doors of the confessional creak open. Nick Suzuki and Juraj Slafkovsky ease out into the dim nave, grin and fist bump.)

Slaf: Do you think he bought it?

Suzuki: For sure! He's so superstitious. Back in camp, I took him to a fortune teller in Old Montreal. I gave her a note with her "prediction" on it. She told him her spirit guide was feeling something about the number 50 and did that number mean anything to him. He said maybe it might. She was quick on her feet. She said she saw him surrounded by smiling people, being treated like a hero, and it all had to do with the number 50. And, you know what happened next!

Slaf: Suzy! You're so sneaky! I bet you "god" gives Cole a goal next game.

Suzuki: All part of being the captain, my friend. You find out what guys need, and you help if you can.

(The linemates leave the building and start walking down the street. A minute passes in silence.)

Slaf: Hey, Suzy? Did you ever make me think you were God?

Suzuki: (smiling) If I did, did it work?

(Suzuki walks away as Slafkovky look after him, wondering.)




Wednesday, May 6, 2026

The Once

 

     In Newfoundland, when you ask someone when they intend to get something done, you're very likely to be told "the once." When are you coming over? The once. What time are you serving lunch? The once. When do you plan to mow the lawn? The once. "The once" means right away, or at least as soon as possible. 
    Among Canadiens fans nobody wants to say too much too soon, but the pundits are inevitably dragging out the old "no Canadian team has won the Stanley Cup since 1993" complaint and asking the annual question "When will the drought end?" Now, for the first time in a very long while, Habs fans might be tempted to answer "the once." 
    This year feels different. Even getting to the Cup final in 2021 felt like something of a mirage. Covid protocols, weird time of year, no fans...it just seemed all so artificial. The run to the conference finals in 2010 was a lot of fun, but every win was a bit of a miracle for a badly-outmatched Habs team. This time, the Canadiens are true competitors with every expectation of proving themselves.
    In the relative calm before Game One of the second round of the playoffs anything is possible. The slate is clean, the series is there for the taking, the confidence and optimism are high. It's anybody's game, so why not Montreal's? They have skill, goaltending, good coaching, players who've stepped up their games and have learned a lot in the Tampa series about how playoff hockey is done. They look like a team that can contend...and maybe do it the once.

                           πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’

    There's a folk trio based in St.John's called The Once, named after the old saying.
    They've traveled the world, won a bunch of awards and are known for their gorgeous, three-part harmonies. They wrote a song a couple of years ago called "Gonna Get Good," and it says a lot about the hope around this team.

    "Well the easiest things aren't the things that you need
    And if I'm honest it's never the problem it seems    And you'll never believe    But you should    That it'll never get easy but but baby    Its gonna get good."

    This second-round series with the Sabres, which could be the first of many confrontations between the two surging young teams over the next decade, will not be easy. Buffalo had a better record than Montreal during the regular season overall, but the head-to-head matchup was as tight as the playoff series against Tampa.
    Each team had two wins and two losses in regulation. Each won once on the road and once at home. Both teams had a total of 13 goals scored over the four games. The Sabres are a well-balanced, well-coached team who promise to give the Canadiens all they can handle. 
    On the other side, the Canadiens are fast and dynamic with a first line bursting to break out. They've got a tight bond in their dressing room, a hot goalie and a mostly healthy roster. They're set up to give the Sabres all they can handle.
    Either team could benefit from the capriciousness of the game bringing weird officiating, funny bounces and freak injuries. The gap between them is thinner than a runway model on a diet. Whatever happens, this is going to be a very fun series and, who knows? A week from now we could be willing to say out loud this Canadiens team might actually win a championship the once.
    The album featuring Gonna Get Good is called "You Win Some You Lose." It's a good philosophy to adopt while waiting for the next chapter to begin.
    It'll never get easy, but baby, it's gonna get good.

Monday, May 4, 2026

Plays Well With Others

   

      After the epic battle that was the first round of the playoffs for Montreal, there's no shortage of heroes on the team today.
    Lane Hutson's one for playing ridiculous minutes and wiring his hardest shot of the season for the OT winner. Kirby Dach for taking his second chance and running with it when many coaches would have benched him for costing the previous game. Jakub Dobes for calmly shutting the door and outgoaling Vezina nominee Andrei Vasilevskiy. Brendan Gallagher for finally getting into the lineup and immediately making Tampa pay. Nick Suzuki for shutting down the Kucherov line over seven incredibly tight games. Marty St.Louis for being, as his captain put it after the game, "one of the best coaches in the whole world." Josh Anderson for setting the tone for the series by throwing his body at every Bolt who moved. Alex Newhook for bringing the speed needed to get to the puck on the series-winning goal. Really, you could make a case for just about any player in the lineup being the series MVP.
    With such dedication and skill all through the roster, it's easy to forget the guys who aren't on the ice.

              πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’

    After Gallagher opened the scoring in Game Five, the first teammate to greet him on his return to the dressing room was Patrik Laine. Standing there in his ridiculous pink sweater and long hair, Laine wore a grin as big as Gallagher's own. Laine, of course, has been out of the lineup for most of the regular season and all of the playoffs. Instead of asking for a trade or sulking in the corner, he shows up for his teammates and, although it must hurt and embarrass him to be sidelined like he's been, he chooses to smile and celebrate others' successes rather than his own.
    Sam Montembeault arrived at training camp as the team's unquestioned number-one goalie, kicking off year two of the three-year contract that promised him and his family stability and a financial safety net. Things didn't go well for him for most of the season. He lost a ton of games, giving up goals on the first shot eight times. He got sent to the minors for a "conditioning stint," got his goalie coach fired and lost the trust of the fans and, likely, the coaches. He hasn't seen the net outside of practice for months, only playing one game in March.
    Yet, there he was in the pressbox, standing up and whipping his playoff rally towel over his head like the most frantic Habs fan in the building. He was there with Jacob Fowler to give Dobes a celebratory pie in the face with a big smile. He doesn't even get to dress as the backup, but he still finds a way to be part of the team and show his support for his mates.
    Arber Xhekaj got scratched from the lineup, despite playing some of the best hockey of his career, because Noah Dobson was ready to come back from his thumb injury. He could easily have felt unjustly treated, but instead he was in the dressing room dancing around and cheering with the others.
    
           πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’

    This isn't just a good group of hockey players. They're absolutely young and talented, but they're more than that. The way they seem to really like and take care of each other is so unusual, observers all over the hockey world are taking note of it.
    Part of that is obviously the joy spawned by winning and helping each other meet their goals. Just as important, though, is the appreciation they show to every guy in their room whether he plays thirty minutes a night or sits in the pressbox for months. 
    When you're young and living your childhood dream, it could be very easy to forget the guys in civvies who may feel they're not part of the fun. This team doesn't do that. Every player in Montreal is worthy and is treated like it, all the way from management, through the coaching staff to behind the dressing room door. They respect each other and the different roles they fill. 
    Even when a guy is hurt or a healthy scratch, he can still be a cheerleader for his teammates. He can choose to put on a happy face and not become a distraction to the group on the ice. He can slap a pie in a buddy's face and do it with love. 
    So, while the heroes on the ice are getting all the glory and headlines, we can remember that the guys who provide support are heroes too.

Friday, May 1, 2026

Heroes of '86: Brian Skrudland, the Nine-Second Hero

         

    On a warm, Calgary night in May of 1986, someone took a photograph. In it, preserved like a dragonfly in amber, 20-year-old Claude Lemieux has thrust the Stanley Cup into the air above his head, face contorted in  a kind of sobbing ecstasy. Standing on his right, smiling with indulgent joy is fellow rookie Brian Skrudland. 
    The picture is emblematic of the run that saw the Canadiens win an unexpected, but deeply welcome twenty-third championship. Lemieux was the emotional catalyst who scored ten goals in 20 playoff games, including four winners, two of them in OT. Skrudland was the support guy, a solid, hardworking two-way centre who shared a lot of on-ice moments with Lemieux, but rarely commanded the spotlight himself. Most of the time. On another spring night in Calgary, six days before that iconic photograph was taken, Skrudland had a chance to be the hero and he grabbed it.

                        πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’

    If you Google Brian Skrudland's name now, the second result that pops up is "Brian Skrudland OT goal." Forty years after he scored his first NHL playoff goal, it's still the moment for which he's best remembered. 
    On May 18, nine seconds into overtime of Game Two of the Stanley Cup final, Skrudland set an NHL record for scoring the fastest OT goal in playoff history. The funny thing was, his line, with grinder Mike McPhee and Lemieux, was probably on the ice to start the extra period only because coach Jean Perron hoped hot-hand Lemieux might pop one.
    "First of all, what the heck was I doing on the ice was what most Habs fans would say," Skrudland laughs. "And flanked by second-year Mike McPhee and first-year Mike Lalor on the point and Claude Lemieux, first-year player. And there we were, with our lives on the line and who would have ever thought? But, what an opportunity. As I say to Mike McPhee, I was probably the only guy in the league who could have put it in off the post with the whole four-by-six in front of me."
    The Flames had jumped out to a two-goal lead in that game, and having won Game One, had the Habs in a hole. Then the Canadiens' unlikely heros jumped into action. Defenceman Gaston Gingras scored his first of the playoffs early in the second period. Then, early in the third, rookie Dave Maley buried his first of the post-season. For the remainder of the period, the teams were locked in stalemate. A long overtime loomed. 
    Enter Brian Skrudland. After winning the faceoff back to his own D, he broke for the Calgary zone on a two-on-one. Linemate McPhee faked a shot, then slid a perfect pass cross-ice to Skrudland, which he did, in fact, ring off the post and in. The goal stunned the Flames and helped the Habs avoid falling behind in the series two games to none. Momentum changed in that moment. 

                       πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’
    
    The Canadiens never looked back, bringing home the Cup six nights later. While the goal cemented Skrudland's place in the NHL record book, it also helped his team create something special.
    "That was the pinnacle. With winning comes a relationship with people that lasts a lifetime," he reflects. "Seven of us won a Calder Cup together the previous year, and our expectations of one another were already implemented in that we played the game to win. It was just a real special time from start to finish, for the decade I was in the organization."
    The team's rookies might have had expectations of each other, but none of them carried the expectations of one of the team's greatest icons.
    "One of my favourite stories of that entire playoffs was Toe Blake walking in after we beat Boston in the first round and saying, "Congratulations. You haven't won anything yet."," Skrudland recounts with a laugh. "Then the second round and Hartford and it was "Congratulations, you haven't won anything yet." Then we're in the third round against the Rangers and once again, here's Mr.Blake saying, "Congratulations, you haven't won anything yet." Then, of course, Calgary. And he walked up and said, "Congratulations. That's only one.""
    Sometimes, when a player wins a Cup in his rookie season, he thinks that's the way it's supposed to be and he may take it for granted that he's got many more chances to win another. For Skrudland, though, just three years after that magical Montreal run, the Flames got their revenge and sent the Habs packing in the Cup Finals. 
    Skrudland learned the bitterness of coming so close and going away with nothing. He says he feels lucky he got a chance to erase that bad taste by winning again with Dallas in 1999. He admits he still winces a little when he remembers losing to the Flames, however. 
    This year's Canadiens have the same youthful exuberance as that '86 group of rookies. And their core leaders have felt the pain and bitterness of losing in the Cup finals. They're starting to understand what it truly takes to win and that it doesn't always happen.

                       πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’

    Back now to that triumphant photograph. The moment is frozen forever, but of course there were other moments; celebratory moments when time ticked on and left the still frame behind. In the wake of their triumph, the Habs began a months-long whirlwind of parties, honours and fun. Most of the Habs, that is. For Skrudland, the celebrations were, well, painful. He explains why his smile in the photo isn't quite as wide as those of some of his teammates.
    "First of all, when you break your jaw in three places in Game Five and you try to celebrate, it isn't much fun," he remembers. "I had minced food for the next six weeks of my life, but I did find the odd straw that favoured a flavour I loved, and I had a few evenings out with the guys. It was one of those events when you look back and you know you missed out on a lot as well."
    He may have missed some of the nights on the town, but he'll always have The Goal. The unlikely night a warrior became a record-setting hero has outlasted the fleeting celebrity of a winning team's celebration. In that photo there are two guys who know what it feels like to be a star.
    This year's Canadiens have an opportunity to look back four decades from now and remember how they added to the story of the great franchise. And as Brian Skrudland learned, once you manage to get to the top of the pile, you'll be a hero in Montreal forever. Those chances don't come around every year so, young as they are, they need to grab the opportunity with both hands.
    Forty years from now, they might look back and find this was their year after all.

Thursday, April 30, 2026

Depth Perception

     

    In the Montreal Canadiens' three seasons between 2009 and 2011, their best defenceman was Andrei Markov. Those years were some of the hardest of his career. In 2009 he sustained his first serious knee injury that required surgical repair. The next season's first game saw him go down again, this time in a freak collision with Carey Price's skate that cut his left ankle and cost him 35 games. Then, in the second round of the playoffs, Markov took a hard hit from legendary dirt bag Matt Cooke that ended his post season and forced him into another knee surgery. Seven games into the 2011 season, Eric Staal took him out again, reinjuring the knee and sending him back under the knife.
    In those three seasons, even though they made the Conference Finals in 2010, the Habs had few options when Markov was out of the lineup. The Canadiens were 22-25-5 without Markov and 70-43-17 with him. That’s a .471 points percentage versus .604. In a parity league, that's a huge difference.

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    This year, under Kent Hughes' management, the team lost one of its top minute-eating defencemen in Noah Dobson right before the playoffs. Questions swirled around how the Habs would survive against a savvy, solid team like Tampa. Well, after five games in the first round, they have the series lead over the Lightning and in tight-checking games have held their own on defence. It's not that they haven't missed Dobson, but their options are so much better now than they were in 2009.
    They lose Dobson so Arber Xhekaj and Jaden Struble step up their games and provide stability on the blueline. Sam Montembeault loses his mojo and Jakub Dobes shines in his place. Patrik Laine gets hurt and rookie Ivan Demidov proves he belongs. In this series, the first line disappears and the newly-compiled trio of Kirby Dach, Zach Bolduc and Alex Texier take over and drive the team on the scoreboard. This is a team that has the luxury of sitting playoff heart-and-soul veteran Brendan Gallagher for their first four playoff games. (Although Gally's insertion into the Game Five lineup looks today like a genius move by Martin St.Louis.) These are not Bob Gainey's Canadiens, and definitely not Pierre Gauthier's. 
    Some will say playoffs are won in goal. Others say you win with defence. Hughes knows the real story: long-term, you win with depth. That's why he traded for Bolduc and signed Texier after the Blues cut him loose. It's why he made Dach a reclamation project from Chicago. It's why he brought Phil Danault back from L.A. And it's why he was willing to trade a fine prospect and two first-rounders to acquire Dobson. 
    Aside from Dobson, none of those guys were expected to star on a team with players like Nick Suzuki, Cole Caufield and Juraj Slafkovsky up front, dominating in ice time and offensive opportunities. When crunch time hit, though, all of them have stepped up to carry the team when it matters most. This, we now can see, is why Hughes made those moves. 
    In earlier seasons, if the first line didn't show up or Andrei Markov was absent, you could pretty well predict a quick playoff exit. (Without Markov, they were swept by the Bruins in 2009.) Now this tight group has each other's backs and can fill each other's places when needed. This is a team on which any player can be a hero on any night.

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    It's also a team with the kind of internal competition that keeps everyone on their toes and playing hard in order to keep their places in the lineup. With this bunch, complacency leads to the pressbox and they know it. 
    Hughes has built this team not just with depth, but with quality depth. These guys are smart and skilled and can be slotted in anywhere. Every D this season has played with every other one. The first line struggles, so Josh Anderson jumps up there from the bottom six to give it a spark.
    It makes St.Louis' job much tougher when everyone is healthy and every player is pulling his weight. It couldn't have been easy for him to sit a warrior like Gallagher; a class act the coach really likes. And he probably lost sleep as he decided what to do about Dach who'd been the goat in Game Two. That's the flip side of depth: somebody has to be the odd man out, even when he hasn't done anything wrong.
    Still, in the playoffs, depth isn't a luxury. It's a necessity and it's how you win.
    Just ask Andrei Markov.