Usually I have a shave on the day the Habs begin their (usually only) playoff series and then don't again until they get knocked out. You know... the players do it, some fans do it. I do it.
Only I've decided this year I'm not going to. For one, I know it won't go down well with the girlfriend. And two, I'm pretty sure the last time I did shave during the playoffs throughout was 1993. Which is, y'know, pretty significant if you're a Habs fan. Last year I did some shaving, and went with the whole bright red hair thing, and we made the conference finals.
So this year I've decided I'm not going to do anything. The theory is that we might actually manage to go a bit further, or perhaps maybe all the way. But my theory, like Christianity, is based largely on faith and not any actual physical or useful evidence. And like Christ, I'm pretty sure we're going to get hammered...
Last year I blogged about the influence of Bob Gainey after I criticized him along with a multitude of other Habs fans. This year I'm fully anticipating the imminent need to ditch Kostitsyn and Gomez, possibly in the sea. Stay tuned...
On a final note, I'd just like to say congratulations to the Bruins in advance. I really don't expect us to win, and Boston are superior to us in every department. I also expect Carey Price to be an utter failure.
And yeah, I do believe in the positive aspect of negative thinking.
Or do I?