Habs 7, Infuriating Bastards 5: The Nye Mets Are My Favourite Squadron

As we're minutes away from choking away our third divisional game in four nights, I don't have time to post a full rant about the pile of excrement we left on the Bell Centre ice last night. Nor, frankly do I have the energy.

Seriously, you would have saved we fans a lot of bewildered grief and anger had you simply come out of the dressing room at the beginning of the third, dumped a jerry can of gasoline over your collective heads and immolated yourselves, Hindu Monk style right there at centre ice. At least that way there would have been some dignity involved.

So which would you prefer, gentlemen? Miss the playoffs altogether, thus joining the 2007 New York Mets as the very symbol of a heavy favourite collapsing down the stretch in a heap of fragile egos and unfulfilled promise, or make the playoffs and lose in the first round, probably by sweep? Please discuss amongst yourselves.

But bear in mind, as you've shown us with your level of play over the last two games, there are no other choices.