Just a few things that caught my eye:

• Mike Green looked like my three-year old nephew did the night he realized he left his beloved Patches, the stuffed dog, at Dairy Queen. The doors were locked and he was both terrified and inconsolable. I love you, Mikey, but you sure look like you need a hug. You're too heavy to pick up, though.

• Mike Komisarek is to Milan Lucic as Ulf Samuelsson was to Cam Neely. Discuss.

• Speaking of Lucic, he reminds me of John Riggins of the 80s Washington Redskins. Riggins ran like a man, not like a lot of the new breed of backs. Lucic plays like a man, not like the new breed of pansies. Damn, that was my inside voice again. I don't condone Lucic's cross check to the head of Maxim Lapierre. But I am impressed with his ability to shed opponents... kind of like that run Riggins made against the Dolphins way back when in the Super Bowl. Suck it up, Miami fans.

• I've changed my mind about the Wings-Jackets series. I think it's more like a cat tormenting a mouse. I'm going to check for the bloody stump of the head under my bed again -- that's where the last trophy was left. 

• The Caps may be done. King Henrik Lundqvist owns them. I'm sad to say they're being out-coached, out-played and out-classed.

• Pavel Datsyuk isn't just another pretty face who can score. I just love how he hits and strips the puck away from his opponents. Again, that cat and mouse analogy sure fits. Elite.

• The crowd in Boston don't sing quite as well as Susan Boyle but it's close. The Habs' fight chant -- you know, the one they "sing" when their team is trouncing its opponent -- was delivered, in key I might add, by delighted fans in the Hub of Hockey.

• Paging Rick Nash. Last call for Mr. Nash. Your plane will soon be departing without you...

• Jarome Iginla showed up -- did anyone else? Do you think Keenan will survive if the Flames don't?

• Marc Savard -- best player of the day. Check out that set-up he makes from his butt. Close second? Jonathan Toews.

• Worst? Carey Price. Not for his performance on the ice but for the one off it. As he returned after the second intermission flush with the knowledge he'd be stapled to the pine, he was heckled by a 12-year-old Boston fan. What did he do? While the kid was waving his hands at him, Price took a lunge toward the kid -- who knows what he said or what facial expression he made? Man, it's a kid. You're supposed to be a pro.