Last night’s game was possibly the best game of the first round. Seriously. It was a classic goalie deathmatch, where only one mistake would mean certain doom for one of the combatants–that mistake came in the second period, where David Clarkson found a chink in Cam Ward’s armor and managed to get one past him.
It was a great game, it really was. I’m disappointed that the Hurricanes lost, but I really can’t fault them except for one thing:
Kaberle? Really? Really? Who decided on that? Last night was a game where Anton Babchuk’s slapper from the point would have been a great weapon to have in the arsenal, rather than Atlanta Frankie’s “couldn’t outrun a comatose tree sloth” excuse for a slapshot.
But eh. The game was exciting, the kind of excitement that had me going outside for a smoke afterward and left me with a satisfied afterglow–and I don’t feel guilty, either.
Sunday’s game is going to be a brawl; I can’t wait.
OK, now you’ve all gone and done it. You’ve all gone and pissed me right the hell off.
Hurricanes: HOW THE FRELL DO YOU BLOW A LEAD LIKE THAT?! I was ready to march down to the RBC Center and slap some people, starting with Paul “defensive shell” Maurice. Really–when you are up 3-0, you DON’T sit back and camp the lead, especially against a team whose top line has outscored yours by 10-1! You press the attack. You keep it moving. You DON’T camp your own zone and pray that the clock runs out before your lead does! Even I know that, and I’m not a coach!
ATTN CHAIRMAN MO: THE DEFENSIVE SHELL SUCKS. STOP USING IT.
And then we have the game-winning goal, which has all and sundry Devils fans (and Marty Brodeur) crying and whining “WAAAAAAAH INTERFERENCE WAAAAAAAH!” Yeah, I really loved turning on Hockey This Morning on XM and hearing that tool Charles from Texas talking about how “Bro-DURR” was interfered with when the video shows that the contact was incidental AND that Brodeur was outside the crease by two and a half frellin’ feet! This is NOT Republican Rome, and Martin Brodeur is NOT one of the Plebeian Tribunes. He is not inviolate, people. No goalie is inviolate when he leaves his crease. Get over it. Now our third goal? OK, there you could make a very compelling case for interference. But the game-winner? That’s just sour grapes, right there.
MEMO TO DEVILS FANS AND CHICO RESCH: THERE WAS NO FRELLING INTERFERENCE. NOBODY OUTSIDE OF YOUR LITTLE BOX AGREES WITH YOU, WHICH SHOULD TELL YOU SOMETIHNG. WATCH THE VIDEO INSTEAD OF CRYING.
My final dose of ire is directed at the classless bags of mostly ass that decided to embarrass me by throwing crap at Brodeur after the game. What the hell were you morons thinking?! Were you thinking? By what frakking measure is it acceptable to throw things at an opposing player? I wouldn’t even condone acting like that toward the Detroit gods-damned Red Wings–AND I HATE THEM! I would love to see one of you drooling garbage-chucking idiots try to justify to me how it is acceptable to throw things at an opposing player as he leaves the ice. Really. And try to do it without calling me a puckbunny or telling me I don’t know anything about hockey (thus exposing yourself as a complete know-nothing).
And, in closing, I just want to say thank you to Mike Keenan for trading Roberto Luongo OUT of the Southeast Division. Sorry, Blues fans.
Yeah, so last night was Tuomo Ruutu’s debut in the Sightless Eye.
I knew it was going to be interesting when I heard 96Rock’s Foster dub him “The Bishop” as I was driving home from work. I just didn’t know how interesting it would be.
Second shift, Ruutu rocked Colin White with a big hit (that he really should have been levied a boarding call for) and immediately endeared himself to the TSB Goon Squad (and everyone else in the arena). Mike Rupp responded by Orpiking Tim Gleason, who had to be helped off the ice with an unspecified head injury and didn’t return, and that little tease Bret Hedican made me think he was going to throw down in defence of his sidekick–but no, such was not to be. It was all just a tease. Get me all excited for null comma nichevo. Damn elves…can never trust ‘em. Especially when they own-goal and spoil the shutout.
So it was up to Wade Brookbank, who stepped to Rupp and administered a partial beatdown (I say partial, because it was more wrasslin’ match than fight). And that was the end of the first–more or less. The game settled down, more or less, in the second and third. The crowd was up in arms when three Devils basically held The Chosen One back while that whiny little bitch Marty Brodeur took a couple shots at him–Staal responded by going RAWR! and putting Brodeur on his ass (to the delight of the crowd and the dismay of Devils
homer colour dude Chico Resch). Ruutu wound up leaving the game toward the end of the third after Patrik Elias accidentally-on-purpose (IMO) clipped him by one eye with his stick.
The game went to OT, and Sergei Samsonov wound up potting the game-winner. And the Devils, after the game, actually had some praise for the ‘Canes:
“They played a lot better game — that’s the bottom line. That’s a different team than we’ve seen in the first three games. They played like the Carolina team we know. They were playing hard, they put a lot of good things out there, they were aggressive, and we didn’t come with the same desperation they did. And it showed.” — Jamie Langenbrunner
Why thank you. Thank you very much.
9 games to go until I render my final opinion of the Ruutu trade. Go Canes.