The first Stanley Cup playoffs I watched in whole from the beginning to end, was in 1971, when a Canadiens team most assumed were Cup writeoffs, stunned the hockey world by upsetting a powerhouse Bruins team in the seven game opening round.
Rookie goalie Ken Dryden became the story, as he had played in just 6 NHL games prior to the playoff's start. He gave the Bruins, and two rounds later, the Blackhawks, fits the likes of which only turn up in goal scorers nightmares. He'd go on to win the Conn Smythe Trophy, and follow it up by winning the Calder Trophy the next season - the totally unheard of stuff of legends.
Dryden was but one piece of the puzzle on that 1971 team. He had games where he would allow four or five goals, and the Habs still won - so somebody else had to be doing something right as well.
The players who became storylines that spring included a cast of wily veterans on a team that was considered in transition. Jean Beliveau, in his final playoffs, was leadership personified. Key goals on ice, wise judgement and counselling off it. Frank Mahovlich, probably the best trade deadline pickup ever, tallied 27 point in 20 playoff games, including 14 goals. Jacques Lemaire and Yvan Cournoyer were both players coming into their own. John Ferguson had come out of retirement to rejoin the team for the final sprint.
Lots of storylines here.
And then there was Henri Richard.
The Pocket Rocket played like a man on a mission, in a rage, on the way to his 10th Stanley Cup. Richard was aging, and had made the transition from offensive center into defensive specialist quite smoothly, but he still yearned for a larger role as one of the elders of the team. He fought constantly with coach Al McNeil, who had taken the team over 25 games into the season, for icetime and respect.
Everything came to a head between Richard and McNeil in game 6 in the final against Chicago. Unhappy about having been sat on the bench for large chunks of time, Henri lashed out through the media at the coach, calling him the worst he has ever had.
With the Canadiens down by a 2-1 score late in game 7 of the final, Richard tied the game shorthanded and scored the game winner in the the third period. McNeil likely saw the fire in Richard's eyes, and made the most of it.
The 1971 win was a surprise Stanley Cup, not unlike those remembered by the Habs younger fans of today, who make references to 1986 or 1993 when recalling their first Cup memories.
From the time I was 14, until I was 18, the Canadiens took all four Stanley Cups in those years. That run spoiled a lot of fans as surely as it spoiled me at the time. It must have been very similar to how fans of the Canadiens felt in the 1950's, when the Habs were winning five in a row.
Constant winning raised expectations and the delivering of those annual Stanley's likely raised fans arrogance levels to the point where followers of other teams began claiming that Habs fans acted as though winning the Cup was an inherant divine right of the Montreal Canadiens.
We, as fans, called it confidence. Other folks called it a whole bunch of other bad names.
But when I look back upon those years, I realize that whenever fans knew a Cup was coming, they weren't often wrong. Often it was figured out in October even.
It was either "Habs are taking it this year" or "Habs don't stand a chance this year". It has always been microscopically studied much like it still is today.
Between the "can do" and "no can do" seasons, lies the type of years where perceptions change as the team progresses.
2007-08 fits that kind of season. Back in October, fans might have felt that the Canadiens were a playoff bound team that could be capable of scratching and clawing it's way up to 8th place.
The Stanley Cup?
Forget about it. Even captain Saku Koivu seemed to agree.
One Eastern Conference title later, all those earlier assessements are out the window.
So now, many Habs fans hopes cling to the underlying storylines that are presently happening, and making parallels between other unexpected Cup wins such as 1971, 1986, and 1993.
Include me in there too.
Beyond the obvious Carey Price equals Roy equals Dryden spin that has Habs fandom wound up, there's other storylines being written with each passing win.
Price's composure and focus through shutouts after losses are one, then there is the Kovalev heroics when he seemingly is supposed to not be playing all that well. Koivu returning from a broken foot to lead and inspire. The emergence of unsung heroes such as Brisebois and Kostopoulos who are offerering unexpected contributions.
There's Steve Bégin, hitting like he is an incarnation of Bob Gainey. The play of the Kostitsyn brothers, united often on the same line, who are developing a habit of each scoring one shift apart from each other.
There hasn't been a storyline involving an illegal stick so far, but the shattering of Flyers Jeff Carter's graphite composite stick late in game one enabled the late game heroics of Kovalev and Kostopoulos.
Watchful eyes are out for who is going to be playing the roles of this year's Brian Skrudland, Claude Lemieux, Eric Desjardins or Paul Dipietro.
The 1986 and 1993 Cups are my reference points for such expectations and hopes for this year's team. I think that in my Habs heart and mind it is almost inevitable, to be truthful.
In those seasons, I felt the Canadiens had pretty good teams, though I did not believe or expect would go all the way initially.
For 2008, I believe that Montreal will last three rounds and perhaps extinguish against the victors of the Penguins and Rangers series. I truly believe that the Habs have what it takes to beat either team, but a whole slew of things have to go swimmingly right first for it to happen.
What propels those beliefs for me, are those underlying storylines that I speak of. The more I see of them, the more I mentally refer to past playoff trends. It invloves heroes emerging, the forging of a team identity, and other intangibles.
It mounts with each passing win and finding new ways to win. It takes those storyline threads and trends to start happening to fully convince me that this is the Habs year to go for it.
In 1986, Claude Lemieux looked like the second coming of the Rocket while scoring 10 playoff goals as a rookie. When Patrick Roy slammed the door shut on the New York Rangers in a third round overtime game, I sensed that there was more to come.
In 1993, after the Canadiens came back from a 2-0 deficit in games to the Quebec Nordiques in round one, I felt something special was underway. The team's, and Roy's overtime run, spoke loudly that a special thing was indeed about to happen. You could almost feel the vibe, it was so present.
In both those years, there was a moment that told me, even though I started the playoffs feeling unconvinced, that the Habs had a Cup in the bag! As longshots, or as underdogs, sometimes it takes an external turning point that opens the door wide open and says "this Cup is ours for the taking".
In 1986, it was Steve Smith bouncing a puck into his own net off goalie Grant Fuhr, interrupting an Oilers dynasty, and clearing a path for the Canadiens 23rd Cup.
In 1993, an overtime goal by the Islanders David Volek felled the two time Cup champion Penguins, thus making the Habs road to June a whole lot less complicated.
With each of those goals, I concretely knew the Canadiens were about to be Stanley Cup champions.
I can't say for sure, but maybe my intuition came from microscopically studying the domino's of destiny.
I don't know why, but I just knew it. Everyone else that followed the team in those years surely the felt the same special sensations.
I recall two other such times where I felt destiny was almost at hand, and where a special team was forming to become larger than the sum of its parts. The 1984 Canadiens, led by goalie Steve Penney, had the defending Cup champion Islanders in a 2-0 bind before it all came apart. In 2006, the Habs had Carolina in drowned and shackled when an eye injury to Koivu became their Houdini.
Each time, I felt the Habs were but one win away from being within sniffing distance of the Cup finals.
I didn't see it quite the same way in 1989, when it was accepted all season long that Montreal and Calgary were the NHL's best two teams, and that barring disasters would meet in the finals. Montreal were leading 2-1 in games when Roy, Chelios, Carbonneau and Bobby Smith were outplayed by Mike Vernon, Al McInnis, Joel Otto and Doug Gilmour. The Flames won the final three games.
That season, the Canadiens boasted close to a dozen players with over 40 points, but their calling card was a stiffling defensive trap employed by coach Pat Burns. Roy lost only 5 games that season, only once at the Forum. Stephane Richer was having an off year, sandwiched between two 50 goal seasons. Lemieux's antics were more of a story than his play was.
Once the Habs reached the playoffs, heroes did not seem to be rising out of nowhere like before. The team became perfunctionary at best. It won with calculated and unspectacular regularity.
Perhaps because there was no underdog storylines to follow that spring, or that Calgary and Montreal were perfectly matched, there seemed to be little sparkle to this otherwise excellent team.
That year, it was the Flames who owned all the magical storylines. The mustachioed Lanny McDonald was about to retire, the cannon blasts of McInnis were scaring goalies to death, the aquisition of Doug Gilmour gave the Flames more grit and depth, and finally the trading of Gretzky to the Kings enabled Calgary to rise from the shadows and become Alberta's best team.
For Montreal that spring, it simply wasn't meant to be.
In this 2008 spring, I can feel some rumblings. I have a kind of premonition. I see certain things about this team coming into shape, and I see those telltale storylines forming. I get the sense that we will all know if this Habs team is Cup worthy, if once it gets past the Flyers and into the third round, it is within 6 wins of the Cup before either of their Pittsburgh or Ranger opponents are.
It takes about that long to really tell when a team is for real.
Sometimes it is like watching destiny unfold, and you get the sense that you've seen this movie before.
When Mike Richards of the Flyers was nabbed for kneeing Kovalev late in game 1, I sensed a convincing calm, as though I knew for sure lightning was about to strike.
Maybe tonight, some Habs player will pull a Jacques Lemaire and nail an 80 footer through the legs of a distracted Biron.
For now, the Canadiens are a young team that is learning how to win together in the playoffs by beating teams that they ought to be beating.
The real deal is next round.