Wednesday, March 2, 2016

How the Coach Stole Playoffs

Every Hab down in Habsville liked playoffs a lot...

But the coach, who was just north of tubby, Did NOT!

The coach hated playoffs! The whole playoff season!

Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.

It could be, perhaps, that his suits were too tight.

But I think that the most likely reason of all,

May have been that his brain was two sizes too small.

Whatever the reason, his brain or his suit,

He stood there at playoff time, Habs chances moot.

Staring out from his bench with a sour, grumpy frown,

As the banners above spoke of teams of renown.

He knew every Habs fan was there at the wickets,

Standing ready to purchase next season's tickets.

"And they're buying their jerseys!" he snarled with a sneer,

"Next month is playoffs! And they want us here!"

Then he growled, with his short fingers nervously drumming,

"I MUST find some way to stop playoffs from coming!"

For in April, he knew, all the Habs girls and boys,

Would wake bright and early; dust off their Habs toys!

And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!

Noise! Noise! Noise!

That's one thing he hated! The NOISE!


Then all fans, young and old, would throng into the Bell.

And they'd yell! And they'd yell! And they'd YELL!


They would yell at Ovechkin, and at Bergeron too.

Which the coach loved as much as a stone in his shoe!

And THEN they'd do something he liked least of all!

Every Habs fan in Habsville, the tall and the small,

Would stand close together, with rafters a-ringing.

They'd stand side by side. And the fans would start singing!

They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!


And the more the coach thought of this fan playoff sing,

The more the coach thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"

"Why, for four long, long years I've put up with it now!"

"I MUST stop this playoff from coming! But HOW?"

Then he got an idea! An awful idea!


"I know just what to do!" The coach laughed in his throat.

And he drew up a powerplay, starting to gloat.

And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great sneaky trick!"

"I'll use Davey to start to be sure it won't click!"

"All I need is a scapegoat..." The coach looked around.

But really terrible players didn't abound

Did that stop the old coach? No! The coach simply said,

"If I can't find a scapegoat, I'll make one instead!"

So he called his dog, Lars, who responded with dread.

"If you make a mistake, then it's all on your head."

THEN he loaded some scrubs and some old tired hacks,

On a ramshackle special team,  leaning on Max.

Then the coach said, "'Ard! 'Ard" And the team started down,

From the top of the heap to the shame of the town.

The fans' outlooks were dark. Quiet fear filled the air.

As the GM was dreaming sweet dreams without care.

And the coach kept on filling round holes with the square.

"Don't you second-guess me," the old vacant coach hissed,

And his face turned bright red as he shook his fat fist.

Then they slid down the standings, past Caps and the Rangers.

But no one in management recognized dangers.

He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.

Then he set up his team to take less than their due.

Where the Stanley Cup banners all hung in a row.

"This goalie," he grinned, "is the first thing to go!"

Then he played Price too soon, with a smile most unpleasant,

'Til he went down for good thanks to the old peasant.

Pop guns on offence! Defence that's all thumbs!

No forecheck! No backcheck! They all played like bums!

They lost more and more games. Then the coach, very nimbly,

Defended his methods in French, although dimly!

Then he revamped the lineup from  greatest to least.

And he managed to plummet to low in the East.

Bergie cleaned out that roster, no more Weise or Flash.

Fans bemoaned the unpalatable plate of Habs-hash!

When the coach said "Be happy! I'll play all the kids now,"

And still Chucky played less time than DD somehow.

As the coach kept on making the same old mistakes,

The Habs bandwagon kept on downhill without brakes.

With Desharnais out and Chuck still on the wing

(For no one could replace the old coach's offspring,)

Somehow the young guy started scoring nice points,

Proving he who's the best isn't who coach anoints.

And fans stared at the coach and said, "Therrien, why,”

"Why are you wrecking our playoff chance? WHY?"

But, you know, that old coach was so oily and slick,

He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!

"Why, my dear loyal fans," the incompetent lied,

"There's a gap on this team, see there on the right side."

"And our goalie is out; he's our best hope for wins."

"And there's P.K., who's guilty of multiple sins."

And his lies fooled the press. Then he smirked and stepped back,

And had high octane beer before hitting the rack.

The fans went to sleep with no hope of a Cup,

While the coach cashed his paycheck, living it up.

The last thing he took was the torch's bright fire!

With lots of excuses and whines,  the old liar.

In the room he left nothing but hooks and some wire.

And the one speck of hope that he left in the Bell,

Was that this season's sounding the coach's death-knell.

Then the GM did something no one expected

Announcing, from his view, the coach was protected.

It was quarter past deadline... most Habs still were Habs.

While fans wished for the coaching staff laid out on slabs.

They packed up the season, the hoping and dreaming

The fun and the laughter, the cheers and the screaming.

Seven floors up the Bell,  where the managers live,

They all knew that the team just had no more to give.

"PoohPooh to the fans!" coach was gleefully humming.

"They're finding out now that no playoffs are coming!"

"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"

"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,

Then the fans down in Habsville will all cry BooHoo!"

"That's a noise," grinned the coach, "That I simply MUST hear!"

So he paused. And the coach put his hand to his ear.

And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.

It started in low. Then it started to grow.

But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded angry!

It couldn't be so! But it WAS angry! ANGRY!

He stared down at Habsville! The coach popped his eyes!

Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every fan down in Habsville, the tall and the small,

Was chanting! Without any playoffs at all!

He HADN'T stopped playoffs from coming! SO LAME!

Somehow or other, fans yelled just the same!

And the coach, with his cheap shoes ice-cold in the snow,

Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"

"They chant without Davey! They chant without Price!"

"They chant without anything decent on ice."

And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.

Then the coach thought of something he hadn't before!

"Maybe playoffs," he thought, "are not what it's about."

"And maybe the true fans don't have any doubt!"

And what happened then? Habsville they say,

That the coach misjudged fans for the last time that day!

In one minute he thought he was liked after all,

So he whizzed to the Bell; he was standing so tall,

He vowed to keep coaching in all kinds of weathers!

And the fans met him there with hot tar and feathers.


Marc said...

Ugh...your rhetoric gets old in blaming the same characters. We need bigger players, get rid of the midgets. So we get bigger players and move Davey to 3rd line, and STILL he's to blame. Last year and the previous one, he was in the first lineup, and we made the playoffs. Yet you complained about him as well. Damned if I do, damned if I don't?

The coach is not my favourite but the minute this guy fails, people like you are down his back. There's a common thread here, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

What about Babcock? What if he was at the helm while the team sank to the abyss? Would you critize him? Are you noticing where HIS team is??? Is the town burning down his house?

Thoughts, PLEASE.

J.T. said...

Hey Marc. I heard there were Therrien supporters, but I've never seen a real one. Nice to meet you!

dra58 said...

Nice poem about a whole season gone awry
with a boob for a coach and here is why :
He cannot make any in season OR in game adjustments to help his team and when the team hired a stats guy this past off season he doesn't seem to listen to him at all. He marches to the beat of his own drum which in this case must be a broken one as he has missed many beats. He feels bulletproof or so it seems like a Teflon Don and we know how that ended so please,please,please MB fire his ass the day the season ends so we may tell any free agents we realize we have a problem and are now addressing it and it is a good place to come and we really do want to win a cup and not just sell beer.

Harry said...

Hey Marc-we don't mind an opposing view but how could anyone in their right mind like MT ?? I have never liked him and will never like him and JT I must say you handled the reply with the class that we would expect from you,thanks.
With the recent rumours about Eller being moved and maybe Galchenyuk,as much as I would miss them,I thought for their own sanity maybe it would be better if they left.I wasn't thinking straight,the only solution to this problem is to have a coach that likes youth and will not reward veterans ,no matter how poorly they play...We all know the definition of insanity....who proves it more than MT ? Over and over and over expecting different result ....
At first I thought that MB was the just what the Habs needed,but now I am not so sure,loyalty is one thing but telling us the coach is staying regardless what happens is just not right.
That was a great read JT thanks again for the blog...keep it coming,I enjoy it very much..

Unknown said...

Nice poem! Very witty...and sharp. Deservedly so. I don't think this coach and GM fully appreciate the seething anger at them that is ready to explode. I think bringing the Undertaker, MT, back for another season would be the match to the fuse. Look out. Marc, Carey's injury exposed all that was wrong or fragile. And DD on the 1st line is wrong! As for MT, the man is a Neanderthal....totally incompetent. The loss of cohesion, confidence, and precision, is ALL on is the demoralization of certain young players.

UK3X said...

Dr. Seuss has always had his finger on the pulse of the world. J.T. you have always had the pulse of Habs fans and an amazing ability to put it into words. I am in awe! A fantastic ode to the season lost. Congratulations!

juce said...

Witty, accurate and quite entertaining. Thanks, JT

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Unknown said...

How does Tampa Bay lose their best foward (Stamkos) their #2 defenseman (Stralman) and now Bishop and are up a game in the Conference Final, meanwhile, Montreal loses One player and the entire team and organization crumbles? Something is wrong here.

Steve said...

you said it well, Coach does not like it

Lizardking89 said...

BS Marc BS. He was on the 3rd line till Price went down for the 2nd time and a few game after Therrien panicked and put his son back on the first line and the first wave of the PP. The reason we made the playoffs last year wasn't because of DD on the first line but despite him. Price carried this team to the playoffs last year. Criticism is warranted here unlike Babcock who was on a team that was tanking on purpose. They were basically an AHL tean so that argument doesn't fly sorry.

the Maritimer said...

I eagerly await your thoughts on the PK trade.

Ian said...

Whenever there is a clash between a star player on a team, in any sport, and the coach, the coach never wins. Until now!

I cannot believe PK is gone and effing Therrien is still around. WTF!

I have been a Habs' fan for over 60 years. Had many great years but now mired in mediocrity since 1993.

I have been greatly disturbed about how Therrien, and also MB, have handled PK over the years. He was, undoubtedly, the best player on the team, Price excepted. He is a Norris trophy winner. Always near the top scorer for the Habs, despite being a defenceman. Plays his guts out every game.

Yet MT never had any problem trashing him, sitting him down after a mistake, treating him like shit. I don't know how Subban took it all the time.

There was a point late last season where MT threw him under the bus publicly after he lost an edge and the Habs gave up a late goal (despite the fact it was Max who quit checking on the play). At that point, I had enough of MT and 'sort of' wished that PK would be traded so he could get away from this bullshit and play somewhere else where his talent would be appreciated and used.

This man was forced to sign a bridge contract, whereas the Habs could have signed him to a long term deal at a lot less than they eventually ended up paying him.

This man was sat out of games at the beginning of his short holdout season so he 'could learn how to play the system', while call ups or traded for players somehow got into the lineup right away without 'learning the system' first.

I am pissed off! I have nothing against Shea Weber and I think he will do a decent job for a few years, but the Habs lose big time in this trade over the years to come.

Whether you like analytics or not, they show a decided advantage for Subban over Weber.

I have lived through a number of bad moves by the Canadiens' management (Chelio for a worn out Denis Savard, Rod Langway, John LeClair, Patrick Roy, Scott Gomez), but now this one ranks as the worst trade in history of the club.

I am in limbo as whether I want to continue as a Habs' fan with the management and coach that we have. They are effing incompetent, obviously old school, and need to get their heads out of their asses and recheck their egos.

I understand that some people didn't like PK and think the trade is good, and I support their right to think this 100%. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.

This is mine!