*Non*, but listen, listen. You want to talk about "weird," "interesting," or "only in Montreal"? Forget the ice storm for a second, parce que we've had those before. Forget the Senate report, too – important, yes, but *this*, this is pure Montreal, pure *passion*, and pure… *ben voyons!*

You have rookie goaltender Jacob Fowler, right? Called up from Laval, practically walked straight off the REM from Place Bell, and he's in the net for the Canadiens against the Ottawa Senators. Our number three goalie! And he shuts them down. *Shuts. Them. Down.* Like it's a Tuesday night beer league game at Aréna Maurice-Richard, not a legitimate NHL match-up. And Cole Caufield, *le petit* Caufield, he's out with the flu, right? So the stakes, they are… *magnifiques*. This isn't just a hockey game, mon ami. This is… a *moment*. It's the kind of thing where you're at the depanneur on Parc Avenue, grabbing a two-four for the game, and everyone's buzzing. "Did you see Fowler?" they're asking. "The kid, he's got *guts*!" It’s the kind of story that reminds you pourquoi this team, this *institution*, c’est notre sang, our soul, even when they break your heart.

C'est Montréal, mon ami — bonne chance trying to explain it.