I got bumped around a few times by riot police, looking something like a clash out of the Lord of the Rings. Tapping their shields in unison, chanting, they were a ridiculously intimidating force.

That being said, no place for fire bombing police cars and looting. You make a mockery of our city, using a Habs victory as an excuse to take the city into your own hands.

The news reports 5 burned cars, but i walked the streets the whole night and there were at least 10 that had been set ablaze. Guy street, where a car even blew up, was cleaned up quite quickly, but at this very moment shells of cars remain on Crescent, Drummond, and Peel...

The SAQ in the Faubourg and the American apparel and Reebok stores had their windows smashed and looted. I saw bruins fans walking around with their jerseys tucked in their stomachs like pregnant ladies because they were afraid to get beaten up. Bystanders nailed by errant rocks, thrown by (i apologize in advance, but i call em like i see em) mostly immigrants and francophones. I saw a police officer hit in the face with a glass bottle. Reporters and cameramen treated swept in away in a sea of batons and fluorescent green vests. Still smoldering police cars being treated like landmarks on a tour, smiles and pictures all around. I saw street fights break out between the rabid rioters and those with a bit more common sense, needing to resort to violence to prevent even more violence.

A reporter from Global news walks up to me at around 2:30 am, still roaming, drunkish, and amazed at what pathetic acts some people will do in the name of hockey.

"Sir, I see by your jersey that you are a Habs fan, any reaction to the vilence that resulted from tonights hockey game?"

"... There was a game tonight?"