The view from the back of a circling seagull hunting French fries must be astounding: A sea of red outside the Bell Centre, stretching into the distance. There is nothing like Montreal in May when the Canadiens are on a playoff run. After a long, dreary winter (especially long and dreary this year) the town comes alive, with the hockey team as soul and nerve centre alike, the living, breathing expression of all our aspirations. Stanley Cup No. 25? Hey, we can dream.