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Honestly, I really don’t care about the fawning over Crosby–it’ll pass, in time, and I ignore a lot of the mediocy that goes on anyway. Orpik, I don’t care about anymore. Cole has let it go, so I’ve let it go. The annoyingness of most of their fans, eh.? They’ll settle down rather than act like entitled jagoffs that don’t know shit about their own team and can’t take congrats without showing their asses.
Good job, Pens. You played well when it counted most, and you’ve got your vengeance. Enjoy your offseason…and enjoy having a target on your collective backs again.
Have a drink on me, boys.
Last night was disappointing, but–sadly–not surprising.
The Hurricanes that scratched and clawed their way to the ECF were, in the end, gassed and surpassed. The aliens didn’t take them away and replace them with the Pod People, they didn’t “just give up”, and they sure as hell aren’t “scrubs”. They just didn’t have anything left in the tank (except for Eric Staal–who will be the next Warchief, but he can’t carry the whole team on his back), and it showed.
Such is hockey.
Congrats, Penguins. You were the better team this series, and it showed. Luck in the next round, and I just have two words for you now:
*: If Chicago somehow pulls it out in the WCF, all bets are off.
So tonight I’ve decided that instead of listening to ChuckandtheletterK, I’ll watch the game–which will piss off my husband (because that means he won’t be able to watch Glen xenophoBeck or Bully O’Racist), but I really don’t care.
And that’s where I am right now. Not caring much. Don’t get me wrong, I do want the Hurricanes to pull off a miracle a la the ’75 Islanders. I really do. But I’m not going to get all up in teh dramaz or lose my shit if they lose.
IF they lose. It’s always an if until the final buzzer sounds–I mean, I’m just sayin’ here.
Puck drops at 7:30. Hopefully the Hurricanes can take the brooms that some “classy” Pens fans decided to toss onto the ice the other night and ram them up those toolbags’ backsides.
Bleh. That’s all I have to say about that. Bleh.
This series is going to end on Tuesday unless the Hurricanes do the following:
1) The defence has to pull their collective head out and actually get in the game. Tim Gleason, I’m talking to you. Anton Babchuk, I’m talking to you. Dennis Seidenberg, ich rede mit dir. Expecting Cam to do all the work for you is grossly unfair, don’t you think? Dudeman was PISSED last night, and I don’t blame him one bit for it because he is getting less than no help from his defense. At least three of Malkin’s goals (not to mention a couple of other goals from Crosby and, say, Letang) in this series don’t happen if the defense? doesn’t fall down on the job and manages to clear the puck away from the net or even play the body. The refs have put the whistles away for the playoffs; the least the Hurricanes can do is actually get physical like they need to.
2) The best players on the team play like it. What is so hard about camping in front of Fleury, driving to the net, and doing something other than just firing the puck in the general direction of the net from ten feet out and hoping it goes in?? Come on guys–Chad LaRose may be the Chuck Norris of hockey, but the little dude can only do so much. There’s gotta be more traffic in front of the net, there’s gotta be more consistency that I am just not seeing.
Actually, I take that second part back–mostly–because:
3) Chairman Mo has got to have some faith in his fourth line, for once. Actually, he should have had some faith in his fourth line in the first and second rounds too. Not letting them see the ice more than once a period (if that) has left the rest of the forwards more or less gassed. He’s reverted to type, refusing to roll four lines and running his top three lines into the dirt. That’s not how you win a Cup or even avoid getting humiliated in the Conference Finals, dude. I suggest he watch some tapes from 2006 and see how Lavi did it (despite what the Slugfans will tell you, he won by–among other things–rolling all four lines consistently).
And people wonder why I refuse to believe the man has changed any during his time away from the team. Sheesh.
….that there is no Vast Anti-Hurricanes Conspiracy in the ECF:
Ryan Bayda gets lucky, only fined for cheap high-stick to Kris Letang’s grill — WRALSportsFan.com
Yeah fellow Caniacs, you heard me. My Man Ryan Bayda, the dude that I called as a Hurricanes draft pick in ’01, got lucky. He should have been suspended. Scott Walker should have been suspended for his antics in Game 5 of the ECSF–though in fairness, I suspect that the reason he didn’t get suspendered is because AWard just stood there and deliberately took the punch, hoping to draw the penalty.
Either way, they were both cheap. Whether to a lesser or greater degree, they were both just as cheap as Matt Cooke’s knee-on-knee hit on Erik Cole and they both deserved to get LARTed for it.
Game 3 tomorrow night at the RBC–I’ll be camping the internet-radio and listening to ChuckandtheletterK as usual.
There has been a great hue and cry raised in various areas about the Vast NHL Conspiracy to keep the Hurricanes and the Blackhawks (especially the Hurricanes) from advancing to the SCF–after only one game.
Wow. That’s all I can say, just “wow”.
Kids, really; there is no conspiracy. This is the NHL–they can’t even schedule a playoff series right, much less come up with some grand conspiracy to fix games in favour of this or that team!
OK, so Matt Cooke is a dirty cheap-ass piece of crap who deserved to get suspended after his accidentally-on-purpose knee on knee hit to Erik Cole. Scott Walker deserved a suspension after punching Aaron Ward, and he didn’t get one. Alex Ovechkin deserved a suspension after HIS accidentally-on-purpose knee on knee hit to Sergei Gonchar, and he didn’t get one.
Suspensions just aren’t happening in these playoffs. We need to suck it up and get over it…praying for better officials and for Colin Campbell to be replaced with somebody who can actually do what needs to be done, however, is always a good idea.
p.s. Luke DeCock agrees with me. And thanks to the Pens fans who down-voted the previous few posts. That made me laugh.
…than worry about some punk.
But because it amuses me, I’ll create a category for that punk.
Update on the Warchief: He’s skating today, after taking a puck upside the head during Game 7 of the Bruins series. (Actually the puck was upside his right eye, but eh).
According to Toolbox, the Warchief was at practice today and feeling aight despite having a shiner and a nice deep cut over his right eye. Chairman Mo is optimistic and is taking on faith the Warchief’s assertion that he’s good to go for tomorrow night.
Personally, I just hope that the ‘Canes don’t score three goals and then decide “Oh wait! We don’t need more than three goals to win! Let’s go into a defensive shell now!” Because THE DEFENSIVE SHELL SUCKS. And that would suck, losing because of that effin’ defensive shell.
I had this eulogy all set to write about the ‘Canes season, and then Scott Walker as much as grabbed my keyboard, bonked me on the head with it, and said “Told you we’d win.”
So, now we get the Pens. This team really doesn’t make it easy, but I like our chances regardless. Unlike the Caps, we actually have some semblance of a defence. And we have Cam Ward, who (unlike Mr. Minoxidil up in Washington) is actually able to win in the playoffs.
Of course, it’s the Pens. Which means that the Orpik incident will be rehashed for the eleventy-billionth time and all the tools are going to come out crying that Orpik is a great guy and would never deliberate piledrive anyone into the boards (despite the fact that he was suspended 10 games for doing the EXACT SAME THING in the AHL). And we’ll get yet more trolls on our blogs and boards and chat rooms–this time though, the trolls will bray about King Sid and the Archangel Marc-Andre and Sergei Gonchar, and we’re not going to win a single game, and whatever other mindless effluvium bubbles up from the depths of their pea-brains and crumb-laden keyboards.
Fuck ‘em. It’s all about the Vengeance, baby. Vengeance for Cole’s broken neck, vengeance for Eddie Johnston deliberately hamstringing the Whale in 1991, whatever. It’s all about the Vengeance.
Game 1 starts Monday night in the Igloo.
What the hell was up with that last night?
The Canes played…well, let’s be honest. They played like ass. The general attitude was pretty slacktastic, the team acted like they already had the series in the bag–but as we all know, the series isn’t in the bag until that fourth game is won.
The officiating was pretty crappy, as it has been for every team throughout the playoffs, but last night was particularly asstacular. The Bruins were allowed to be cheap and take liberties, and the ‘Canes couldn’t do anything about it. But that’s not why they lost. The Hurricanes lost because they didn’t play like they gave a damn. They didn’t lose because Lucic lined up Dennis Seidenberg from clear out in Ohio and flagrantly charged him right in front of Tim Peel, they lost because they couldn’t be arsed to play the game that got them to 3-1. They didn’t lose because Scott Walker finally got so pissed off that he sucker-punched Aaron Ward in retaliation for a cheap shot on Matt Cullen or because Jussi Jokinen “slashed” Zdeno Chara on the ankle, they lost because they just pretty much coasted for the bulk of the game until it was far too late to do anything.
That’s a fucking 50 DKP minus–and a suspension for Walks, who (and let’s be honest here) really does deserve it.
See y’all Tuesday night.
Holy crap. I’d just settled in and was getting ready to quaff a bunch of BAWLS and hang out for a looooong OT, when Jussi Jokinen potted the game-winner.
Things the ‘Canes have got to work on before Friday are:
1) Physicality. Babs, I’m talking to you. So frellin’ what if Chara’s 6’9″? He can still be hit, yo–even Chad frellin’ LaRose tries to hit the dude, knowing full well that he’ll have to bounce off and wind up clear out in damn Hoke County and have to hitchhike his way back to the RBC. What, are you a pysanka cleverly disguised as a defenceman? I mean, I’m just wondering here.
2) Rebounds. OMG, I thought I was going to go out of my MIND with all the rebounds Cam was giving up. Seriously, is he trying to give us all heart attacks or something? I mean, damn.
3) Repeat after me: THE DEFENSIVE SHELL SUCKS. Period. Just say no, mmkay? Seriously, just say no. Collapsing into a shell around Cam is how the ‘Canes choked a 3-0 lead over the Devils in the first round. It’s how they got pwnt 4-1 in the first game of this round. If the ‘Canes want a chance in Niflheim of surviving and advancing, they have got to stop retreating into a defensive shell. Chairman Mo needs to throw that play out of his book and come up with something better.
And I’ll be liveblogging Friday’s game.
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.
Two things are going to have to change if the Hurricanes want to have a chance to win this series:
The top line has got to be the top line. They have got to score. So far, they have one point–Eric Staal’s game-tying goal in Game 2. That’s gotta change before Tuesday’s game, or the Hurricanes don’t have a snowball’s chance in Timbuktu of coming out on top. We can’t expect guys like Chad LaRose and My Man Ryan Bayda and Tim motherfrakkin’ Gleason to pick up all the slack.
The defense has gotta get their head straight. Brian Gionta’s goal in the first doesn’t happen if Joe Corvo clears the puck like he’s supposed to rather than lobbing a softball that Gionta snapped up while skating past Ray Whitney (who, for all intents and purposes, just stood there and watched). Travis Zajac’s game-winner in OT doesn’t happen if Anton Babchuk gets his stick on it rather than letting his stick deflect it right onto Zajac’s stick and just watching as he picks up his own frellin’ rebound and pots it in.
So…yeah. The ‘Canes played decently in front of the fans at the RBC last night, but the defensive lapses and the lack of scoring from the top guys are going to kill them if they don’t act now to correct it.
I missed the first and half the second period last night; I blame my husband, who picked me up at work and went around half the frakkin’ planet just to get to the Cook Out on Western Boulevard when he could have just gotten off on Wade Avenue and taken 440 to Western.
The score was tied. The Canes finally realized that they were in the playoffs and bothered to show up–as opposed to Game 1, where only Cam showed up. The defense was much tighter, and Pitkanen actually showed a little fire–it resulted in some less than stellar penalties, but it was nice to see him showing a little anger out there.
I will be honest: I almost had a heart attack during the pre-OT intermission, when ChuckandtheletterK was replaying David Martin’s goal from the first period–which, I guess, is what I get for focusing more on WoW and less on the game. Bad AQ, no smoke. I did pay closer attention in OT, though, and got so excited when Tim Gleason scored that I accidentally dismounted from my bronze drake at 30,000 feet over Icecrown.
And I’ve got tomorrow off, so if I can’t score a ticket and a lift to the game* I’ll be camped in front of my computer grinding dailies and listening to Chuck.
*:My car got taken out in a traffic accident back in November.