Call me crazy, but I thought the Canadiens would play like gangbusters in game six. I guess I’ve never been more wrong.
The team that had stormed back from being down three games to none to make it a 3-2 series played like lethargic bums on Tuesday night and are now forced to sit at the cottage and clubhouse all summer and dwell on how they fizzled out instead of fighting with all their might to carry on down the trail to Lord Stanley’s old mug.
A dismal 4-1 spanking at the hands of the Lightning. Not in it from the first minute to the last.