Everyone that knows me knows that I had a really hard time seeing Cristobal Huet being traded last year. My brother & I were probably his biggest fans in Montreal, so to see him put on another jersey was just way too weird for us. He certainly wasn't one of the best players to ever wear the Canadiens jersey but he was one of the kindest and one of the most entertaining to watch. I've followed Prices career since he played for Tricity and his style bores me. I love him as a goaltender and I'm a big fan but I love the crazy guys. The Tim Thomas' & Cris Huets of our world. The goalies who are too small to make all the saves just by positioning themselves. The goalies who have to become acrobats to stop the puck. Every time I went to a game I knew I'd leave there having been blown away by atleast one spectacular save by Huey & he never let me down. Price will be a better goalie in the long run, but no one compares to Huet.
I knew the second I saw that Chicago was coming here that I had to get tickets to the game. I headed downtown yesterday with Laura to get our Huet shirts signed and hopefully see him for a few minutes. We lucked in and stopped him on the street. He was just as kind as I remember him to be. He spoke with all the fans who asked for pictures & autographs and looked genuinely happy that people still remembered what he did for the team. While many Blackhawk players put their heads down and avoided any fans that saw them, Huey stood out in the street for a good 20 minutes, making sure he had a chance to see everyone. At one point we heard "CRISTO! CRISTO" and everyone turned around to see Price hanging out of Josh Gorges' car yelling for Huets attention. It was really neat to see the two of them chatting briefly. You could tell by how happy they were to see each other and that despite all the shit that went down last year they were still close. My favorite goalie tandem ever. Even though it only lasted a few months.
Jenn & I were beyond nervous for the game. I wanted the Habs to win so that they could hold onto 8th, but at the same time I didn't want to see Huet let any in. I'm not even going to lie, when he initially came onto the ice and the anthems were being sung, Jenn & I teared up. Seeing him on the other side sucked. He let in a goal on our first shot and from that moment on the crowd didn't leave him alone. There was Huet taunting chants all throughout the game that got increasingly louder with every goal against and which escalated to HUET SUCKS chants during intermissions in the halls. One asshole in back of me even told Jenn & I that we should go throw out our shirts. I can understand taunting the opposing goalie, hell I do it all the time but it just became too much after awhile. I listened to Habs fans screaming at people in Huet jerseys. He wasn't the greatest goalie but the guy played his heart out every night and never pointed fingers. If the team had a shit game and he stood on his head and won it, he'd give credit to everyone. He was a class act. It's a shame that there's nothing classy about the majority of the Habs fans here in Montreal. No wonder people don't want to play here. We're putting a group together to travel to Chicago next year to catch 2 games and cheer him on in better surroundings..maybe around more competent fans. We ended up winning the game but after the 2nd goal scored by the Habs I stopped standing up. I've never done that before in my life. I've never been so unenthused to see us score one. 
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