Tag:Red Wings
Posted on: February 23, 2009 1:43 pm
Edited on: February 23, 2009 1:47 pm
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Detroit Red Wings get Schooled by Skoula

premature articulations:

Just when warped minds were ready to stick a fork in the Minnesota Wild's playoff chances this year, the good guys decide to start playing 60 minutes of hockey per game, picking up an impressive 5-2 win against the Detroit Red Wings, then backing it up the next day with a 2-1 against the Chicago Blackhawks -- in a building where visitors seldom find themselves in the win column.  I didn't see yesterday's game against the Blackhawks, so the Warpy Psychlotron will concentrate its efforts on Saturday's tilt against the Wings.


dangling sub-atomic participles:

Top Quark(s):  This one's a close call between Pierre-Marc Bouchard and Owen Nolan, but we'll give the Top Quark nod to Nolan for his two goal effort with an assist thrown in for good measure.  Bouchard and Nolan are starting to get some serious chemistry going, and they seem to have a good sense for where the other is on the ice.  Butch's pass to Nolan on the first goal was a thing of beauty, and Nolan returned the favor in the second period, springing Butch on a breakaway pass after playing some nifty D to get possession of the puck.  Yo, Lemaire, it's amazing what players can do when ya leave 'em on this same line for more than a few shifts, eh?

Up Quark(s):  Pierre-Marc Bouchard definitely gets a huge Up Quark for yet another muliple point performance.  Niklas Backstrom also gets an Up Quark for his fine play in nets Saturday night.  No doubt about it: despite the 5-2 final score, the Red Wings had the better of the offensive play for large chunks of the game, and Backstrom had to be sharp and use his head (literally) to keep Wings at bay.  The Wild's defensive unit (including forwards like Eric Belanger and Mikko Koivu) gets a collective Up Quark for clogging up passing and shooting lanes in our zone, and blocking many shots that would've otherwise caused Backstrom many more headaches.

Down Quark(s):  It's hard to find much in the way of downers when the good guys turn a sure loss into two unexpected points in the standings, but warped minds have to make a Down Quark call on Stephane Veilleux for his mostly invisible play this year.  The few times Veilleux gets the puck in a good shooting position, he either misses the net badly, or else holds the puck too long to make any meaningful play on offense.

Bottom Quark(s):  In order to cut down on the amount of typing I'll need to do on further entries, I might as well put Kim Johnsson's name here on a permanent basis, and fill in the needed details later.  The Swedish Salary Cap Boat Anchor plays "defense" as if he's afraid people will think he's gay if he's seen touching another guy.  The closest thing Johnsson does to "checking" is the occasional sticking out of the arm or stick, which forwards easily skate through on their way to the net while #5 gets spun around like a five million dollar turnstile.

Actually, Johnsson played a halfway decent game Saturday.  He even (gasp) checked someone into the boards, which is virtually unheard of.  If Nick Schultz hadn't been observed wearing the #55 jersey, I would've sworn that he decided to wear #5 for a night.  The real Bottom Quark for Saturday goes to Brent Burns.  His continuing putrid defensive play was in form again on the first Red Wings goal: just like many of Martin Skoula's godawful plays earlier this season, Burnsie couldn't decide whether to defend the guy with the puck beind the net or defend the guy in front of the net waiting for the centering pass, so he chose to defend neither.  Needless to say, when the Wings made the centering pass, #8 could do nothing but spin around like a Swedish turnstile, bumble around looking for the puck between his skates, then obstruct Backstrom from a chance to cover the puck; he looked like Skoula and Johnsson rolled into one on that play.  And Jacques Lemaire presumably noticed that this whole play started out with Burnsie pinching in on offense at an ill-advised time and giving the Wings an odd man rush.

Strange Quark(s):  50% of Martin Skoula's goals in a Wild uniform have come against the Detroit Red Wings.  Obviously, the Wings have no answer for #41, so they would be well advised to pick him up before the trade deadline; Skoula could be the final missing link to a Red Wings Stanley Cup repeat.  If the Wings don't trade for Skooly, and end up doing their trademark "President's Trophy followed by a first round playoff exit" routine, expect warped minds to say "we told ya so." Laughing

Charmed Quark(s):  Was that an octopus I saw flying toward the ice right at the end of the game?  I was watching the game on the big screen TV at the local watering hole so we only got a fleeting glimpse, but warped minds have seen enough flying cephalopods during Wings playoff games to recognize the flying octopus shape when they see one, and this sure looked like the same shape:)  If it was indeed a flying ock, I hereby tip my hat to the warped mind who chucked it -- although the best time to throw it would've been during the cellie after Martin Skoula's goal.

The Invisible Higgs Boson Award(s):  At the rate things are progressing, the Europeans will fire up their Large Hadron Collider (LHC) and disCERN the real Higgs particle before Marian Gaborik is seen in skates again.  It's enough to make warped minds fire up their THC (that would be "titanic hadron collider", in case your twisted mind was thinking about chemistry instead of physics...)


post-dramatic sin drones:

And in Kihnclusion:  The Wild still have a brutal stretch of games in order to hang on to playoff contention, but at least now they're on the inside looking out, instead of the other way around.  Next up is a home gimmie against the Lost Angeles Kings, who gave us a pretty good spanking last time I said something to this effect, but I like our chances better this time around.  GO WILD!!!


...and now, a word from our spawn's heirs...

If my wife to be or not to be is watching, the butterfly position isn't just for goalies anymore, ya know.  To the rest of you, thanx for tuning in, and remember: if at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.

Category: NHL
Posted on: February 17, 2009 3:14 pm
Edited on: February 17, 2009 3:23 pm
 

Maybe Next Year

premature articulations:

Well, it's official: we can stick a fork in the Minnesota Wild's playoff chances this year, because they're done.  Sure, there are still a couple of dozen games left to be played, and sure, it's possible to go from 10th to 5th in one night and vice versa, but playoff bound teams don't go around blowing 3-0 leads at home to easy opponents.  It's bad enough to lose a game and fail to gain two points (hey, it's no disgrace to get waxed by the Red Wings), but to have those points all but in hand and then choke 'em away -- especially to the Ottawa freaking Senators (a.k.a. this winning streak is hosing us out of the Tavares lottery) -- is the final straw.  It's a good thing this was a three day weekend, otherwise warped minds would've been tempted to write this blog Saturday night after the game, and the language would've no doubt gotten me banned:)  As it is, the Warpy Psychlotron has had some time to cool off, which is probably a good thing.


dangling sub-atomic participles:

Top Quark(s):  No doubt about it: Owen Nolan was the player of the game Saturday night.  Two goals and a sweet assist is not bad for a period's work.  If Jacques Lemaire hadn't talked the team into playing "old time" defensive shell hockey between periods, Nolan might've given Kobe Bryant a run for the money for high scorer of the night.  Warped minds were majorly down on Doug Risebrough's offseason move to sign Olden Nolan to a two year deal, but these days, it's looking like the smartest move he's made in the last two years.

Up Quark(s):  After a brief "slump", Pierre-Marc Bouchard is back in scoring form.  #96 and #11 are clicking together extremely well, with Antti Miettinen and Eric Belanger filling in admirably in the odd spot.  All of which probably means that it's only a matter of shifts until Lemaire decides to put 'em on four separate lines.

Down Quark(s):  Brent Burns gets a Down Quark for his continued putrid defensive play.  If this sounds like a repeat of the previous blog entry or three, it is.  #8 plays more and more like Kim Johnsson every game he's out there.  His recent lack of physical defensive play wouldn't be so bad if his offense were effective, but lately, his offensive rushes have come at annoyingly wrong times, and more often than not, Burnsie hangs his partner out to dry.  Jacques Lemaire was absolutely right to be livid at him for the tying Sens goal, but he should be twice as mad at Kim Johnsson, because:

Bottom Quark(s):  In order to cut down on the amount of typing I'll need to do on further entries, I might as well put Kim Johnsson's name here on a permanent basis, and fill in the needed details later.  The Swedish Salary Cap Boat Anchor plays "defense" as if he's afraid people will think he's gay if he's seen touching another guy.  The closest thing Johnsson does to "checking" is the occasional sticking out of the arm or stick, which forwards easily skate through on their way to the net while #5 gets spun around like a five million dollar turnstile.

Johnsson was in Bottom Quark form Saturday, letting the Senators back into the game with his dildaphonic defense on the first two goals.  I thought the ref might wave off the first Sens goal for goalie interference -- on Johnsson.  After non-defending one player, Johnsson decided the smartest thing to do would be to park himself in the crease and get in Niklas Backstrom's way.  On the second Sens tally, #5 decided to abandon the man with the puck behind the net, skate about halfway to the intended recipient of the pass (hey, we wouldn't wanna get too close to another guy, eh?) then position himself to set up a perfect screen.  I swear, the Wild could easily gain a goal a game on offense by having Johnson pretend to defend the other net whenever we have the puck.

Strange Quark(s):  In order to test a Warpy theory of CBS blog scoring logic, I'll make one small change (adding the extra "s" in Johnsson's name above to correct the spelling) after somebody has posted a comment to this blog, in order to see if the score suddenly drops into negative numbers.  I don't think I pissed off that many Wings fans on my last blog; even though I tried to, I think they've wised up to the fact that I like to get their goats, 'cause they've been guarding their farm animals a lot better lately. Laughing

Charmed Quark(s):  Yes, it's official!  Against my better instincts, Martin Skoula is once again removed from the Permanent Bottom Quark kihntinuum.  Last time I removed him from there, he started playing like his old self again and put together a forgettable string of brutal performances, but I've decided to tempt fate and try removing him again.  Besides, Johnsson is so much worse than Skooly these days (not to mention about five times more expensive) that the time has come to christen the New Dildaphonic Duo: Kim Johnsson and Brent Burns.

The Invisible Higgs Boson Award(s):  At the rate things are progressing, the Europeans will fire up their Large Hadron Collider (LHC) and disCERN the real Higgs particle before Marian Gaborik is seen in skates again.  It's enough to make warped minds fire up their THC (that would be "titanic hadron collider", in case your twisted mind was thinking about chemistry instead of physics...)


post-dramatic sin drones:

And in Kihnclusion:  Playoffs?  Playoffs?!  Are you kidding me?  Playoffs?!  Don't talk to me about playoffs!  Next up is an expected home loss to the Calgary Flames.  Naturally, I'll be cheering for a Wild win, but let's face it: the Flames own us.  Maybe if I abstain from ending this blog entry with GO WILD!!! the luck will change.  GO WILD!!!  ...uhhhh... wait a minute...


...and now, a word from our spawn's heirs...

If my wife to be or not to be is watching, the butterfly position isn't just for goalies anymore, ya know.  To the rest of you, thanx for tuning in, and remember: Confucius says men who study calculus find life full of limits.

Posted on: February 13, 2009 2:11 pm
Edited on: February 13, 2009 6:13 pm
 

Hockeytown, USA Goes Octopus-Free

premature articulations:

Sheesh.  Some hockey town.  The Detroit Red Wings put a 4-2 wax job on the Minnesota Wild, and not one single suckered cephalopod hits the ice?!  Warped minds have suspected for a long time that most of the Red Wings bandwagon is made up of yuppie lawyers who don't watch hockey until March -- and probably think that octopus is for eating.  The ocean of empty seats at the Loo did little to alter that theory.  Hockeytown, my ass.  But enough talk about my good side, eh?  It's time to fire up the Warpy Psychlotron and hand out some quarks:


dangling sub-atomic participles:

Top Quark(s):  Nobody on the Wild is worthy of the Top Quark, so we'll give this one to last year's almost-a-wild-player Marian Hossa.  In a strange twist of irony, I mentioned to a certain Wings Diva yesterday that the defensive play of Martin Skoula, Brent Burns and Kim Johnsson might make Henrik Zetterberg and Pavel Datsyuk laugh too hard to get off a decent shot.  Sure enough, those two were kept off the scoreboard, but I forgot to mention Hosehead in yesterday's post -- and guess who pots two goals?  The Wild were one of several teams who offered Hoser more money last year, but it looks like he made a good call to go with the Wings if it's a Cup he wants before he retires.  Once he's got his ring, then he can spend the rest of his career playing in front of a live audience in real Hockeytown, USA.

Up Quark(s):  Despite the 4-2 final, both goalies played extremely well to keep the scoreboard looking more like hockey game than a football game.  Josh Harding gave up a goal on a rebound that he could've prevented, and gave up another softie on a wraparound, but he also made 39 saves -- many of them quality shots from Wings players who teed off on a Wild defensive corps that looked like it was on bad quaaludes.  Again.  Chris Osgood was also sharp, stopping the Wild cold on several good scoring chances when the outcome of the game was still undecided.

Brent Burns gets an Up Quark call for his nice goal.  Finally, Burnsie just took a nice, quick shot -- instead of hanging on to the puck in hopes that the other team might decide to pull the goalie while he's out there skating around and coughing up the puck.  Nick Schultz continues to pick his defensive game back up to where warped minds are used to seeing it: unspectacular, but rock solid.  Apparently, Schultzie has stopped relying on the Dildaphonic Duo for veteran leadership, because his play has improved markedly in the last few games.

Down Quark(s):  Burnsie also gets a Down Quark for his continued putrid defensive play.  Last night, it looked like #8 and #41 swapped jerseys before the game.  The Red Wings fans -- or at least the few dozen who showed up last night -- also get a downer call for the lack of octupus action.  All is not lost, though: I believe the Wings have one more tilt against the Wild later on at the X, so Detroiters are only one live octopus away from gaining another passionate fan for a Wings Cup.

Bottom Quark(s):  In order to cut down on the amount of typing I'll need to do on further entries, I might as well put Martin Skoula's name here on a permanent basis.

Once again, Skooly actually played a decent game.  #41 did make a handful of his usual bumbling plays, and also did quite a bit of his usual standing by the goalpost facing the wrong way routine, but he did made enough good plays to cancel out the bad plays and end up quarkless for the game.  Since he seems to play better when I leave him permanently in Bottom Quark Land, I'm not going to change the luck now.

The real Bottom Quark last night goes to Kim Johnsson, who continues to play "defense" as if he's afraid that people might think he's gay if he touches another guy.  The Five Million Dollar Swedish Turnstile was in typical form last night: non-defending players driving to the net, then abandoning them at the last second and hanging his partner out to dry.  Schultzie looked none too pleased after Detroit's wraparound goal, and #5 appeared to be the source of his disgust.  According to the Pioneer Press, several scouts were at the X for Wednesday night's game against the Avalanche, and Johnsson was one of the players supposedly drawing trade interest because of his minutes munching durability (heck, it's easy to stay healthy if ya never touch anyone, eh?)  If Doug Risebrough manages to unload the European Salary Cap Boat Anchor for anything more than a dozen used water bottles, he gets my vote for NHL executive of the year.

Strange Quark(s):  So what exactly is it with all of the empty seats in "Hockeytown"??  If I didn't know better, I'd swear it was Atlanta Thrashers Fan Night at the Loo.  Heck, I haven't seen that many empty seats in a loo since the Republikkkans got off (no pun intended:) at the Minneapolis-St.Paul airport before their kihnvention.

Charmed Quark(s):  Thankfully for the Detroit Red Wings organization, warped minds are never short on ideas to get more fans in the seats.  The obvious answer to making Joe Louis Arena look something like a hockey town again would be to work a trade for Claude Lemieux before the deadline.  If that doesn't get fans packing the seats, I dunno what will.  And as a free bonus, the Wings will have the final piece of the proverbial puzzle to cement another Stanley Cup championship this year.  You're welcome in advance for the free marketing information.Laughing

The Invisible Higgs Boson Award(s):  At the rate things are progressing, the Europeans will fire up their Large Hadron Collider (LHC) and disCERN the real Higgs particle before Marian Gaborik is seen in skates again.  It's enough to make warped minds fire up their THC (that would be "titanic hadron colliders", in case your twisted mind was thinking about chemistry instead of physics...)


post-dramatic sin drones:

And in Kihnclusion:  The Wild kihntinue to tease fans with the old "good game, bad game" routine.  Last night's game was basically an expected loss, but time is running out for the good guys to put some space between themselves and the edge of the playoff bubble.  With a brutal schedule that sees the Wild playing 12 of 16 games on the road in March, the good guys need to snatch up every point they can while the schedule is still in their favor this month.  A spanking wax job on the Senators tomorrow night would be a good start.  GO WILD!!!


...and now, a word from our spawn's heirs...

If my wife to be or not to be is watching, now that you're finally showing some interest in football, whaddya say we work on the spread formation a few times, eh?  To the rest of you, thanx for tuning in, and remember: If the women don't find ya handsome, they should at least find ya handy.

Posted on: January 22, 2009 7:25 pm
Edited on: January 23, 2009 12:57 pm
 

The Stanley Cup Runneth Over... To Claude Lemieux

We take a break from the regular blogcast of dangling subatomic participles to give a hearty "welcome back!" to the one and only Claude Lemieux.  Love him or hate him, there's no denying the fact that the man is a Stanley Cup magnet of epic proportions.

Turn a moribund Montreal Canadiens team into champions?  Check.  Make champs out of the New Jersey Devils?  No problem.  Even with Jacques Lemaire (a.k.a. the Sultan of Neutral Zone Trap) behind the bench, Lemieux would not be denied his rightful destiny.  Colorado Avalanche?  Piece of cake.  And believe me, turning the old Quebec Nordiques (a.k.a. Hartford's free ticket into the playoffs) into a championship caliber team was no mean feat -- a feat made all the more delicious when Lemieux threw the check heard 'round the world, effectively levelling the karma of the Detroit Rent-A-Campbell-Conference-All-Star
Red Wings.

Warped minds can't help but notice that Lemieux had his greatest successes when playing for teams with some shade of red in their uniforms.  The Devils and Habs both sport red, and the Avs have a maroonish burgundy color that would no doubt look much closer to a true red given sufficient oxygen, such as that available to us in lower altitudes.  The logic is inescapable: Lemieux + red = Stanley Cup.

This equation does not bode well for the San Jose Sharks' chances to parlay a fine regular season performance into a Stanley Cup.  Unless the Sharks lose the black and blue color scheme and go with a logo showing the inside of a shark pretty quick, the franchise would be well advised to trade Lemieux before the deadline to a crimson colored consortium.

The Minnesota Wild would be a good choice; their maroon and green scheme should bring back fond memories of Claude's glory days with the Devils (unless we have overestimated his mental capacity, which cannot be discounted).  The Wild could use a good agitator, and if Doug Risebrough has the cajones to sign a guy like Chris Simon, then getting Claude Lemieux should be a slam-dunk.  With a division-heavy schedule coming up, the Wild could use some help to make sure that the Cody McLoudmouths and Ian LaDerrieres of the world get a healthy dose of their own medicine.

The other logical choice for Lemieux to contribute in the stretch drive would, of course, be the Detroit Red Wings.  How delicious would it be to see the kihnfused looks on the faces of the Patriots-and-Steelers-jersey-mothba
lling frontrunning yobbos as they chant "let's go, Red Wings!" while trying to figure out why Lord Stanley's Magnet is so unpopular with Wings fans who can actually name more than one player on the roster?

Posted on: February 12, 2008 2:46 pm
Edited on: February 12, 2008 2:56 pm
 

Hockey Thoughts and Other Incoherent Ramblings

First order of business is to hand out the Warpy Quarky awards for the recent Minnesota Wild games.

A Top Quark goes to Josh Harding for his stellar performance against the St. Louis BluesNiklas Backstrom might be a little better goalie in the overall scheme of things, but Harding is a real monster when it comes to shootout time.  Speaking of shootouts, the Brent Burns goal was a real thing of beauty, definitely worthy of a Top Quark.  For once, the TV commentators don't go overboard in their homerism when they talk about the blossoming skills he keeps bringing to the table.  A final Top Quark goes to Pierre-Marc Bouchard for his continuing two-way excellence.  Martin Skoula owes Bouchard a big steak dinner for bailing him out late in Sunday's game; Skoula was about to cough up the puck in front of the crease with another one of his patented Bozo plays, but #96 swooped in to cover his back and take the puck out of harm's way.

Up Quarks go to Nik Backstrom for reverting back to the rock-solid play that Wild fans have grown accustomed to, and to Nick Schultz for his usual steady, solid and physical defensive play.  Martin Skoula gets the Down Quark for playing the puck instead of man in the third period against the Dallas Stars, allowing Niklas Hagman to undress him with the move that potted the only goal of the game.  The main reason Skoula doesn't get a Bottom Quark for his bumbling play in this game is that it's hard to pin the loss on one defenseman when the entire offense lays a goose egg for the game.  Skoula's play has also improved enough over the last few weeks (I can't believe I just said that:) to take him out of the warped doghouse -- his play has gone from godawfully brutal to downright mediocre, leaving Kim Johnsson as the prime candidate to accumulate a string of Bottom Quark Warpys in the near future.

The Bottom Quark goes to the officiating crew for Sunday's Red Wings tilt against the Ducks.  There were enough bad calls in both directions to keep everyone in a foul mood, but the Wings got the royal hose job on that non-goal in the final seconds.  As much as I still detest the Wings for their Rent-A-Campbell-Conference-All-Star
technique of building buying a Stanley Cup championship team, they got shafted big time on that call.  That would give the Charmed Quark to the Anaheim Ducks for picking up a gift extra point in the standings.  Come to think of it, the Ducks have been on a charmed run for quite some time now, between all the non-calls and wimpy suspensions their players get wrist-slapped with after engaging in their goon tactics.

The Strange Quark has to go to Brian McNamee and Roger Clemens for their whole sordid affair (and to Congress for wasting its time investigating same).  On second thought, I should give Congress an Up Quark for this -- the more time they waste on baseball's problems, the less time they'll have to screw up the economy, the deficit, Iraq, Afghanistan, and all the other wonderful legacies of the Bush administration.  It's revealing to note that the Clemens camp is questioning what McNamee was doing hanging on to needles, vials and gauze pads all this time -- one would expect an innocent man to demand a DNA test on said items to exonerate him once and for all, but the Rocket Team appears content to take shots at the character and intentions of his former trainer, rather than trying to find out whose DNA is on the stuff or how it got there.  Hmmmmmm...

quando omni flunkus moritati

Posted on: February 6, 2008 7:28 pm
 

Jacques Lemaire wins game for Red Wings

What a game!  The Minnesota Wild spent the first two periods demonstrating they can play with -- and outplay -- any team in the NHL when they have their A-game going.  They then spent the third period in defensive shell mode, allowing the Detroit Red Wings to demonstrate what their A-game is capable of.  The Wild buzzed the net and put on sustained offensive pressure time and again during the first 40 minutes, earning several richly deserved standing Os from the sellout crowd.  The good guys also put on a fine display of physical play, frustrating the Wings into taking some uncharacteristic penalties.  Alas, the third period was all Red Wings, as Jacques Lemaire, either by action or by inaction, allowed the Wild to spend the last 20 minutes doing little else aside from trying to keep the best team in hockey off the scoreboard.  Needless to say, once the Wild abandoned the style of play that got them the lead, the Wings pulled themselves off the ropes and gratefully collected a win that had the Wild's name on it all night.  And now, for the new Warpy Quark Awards, which like their namesakes come in several different flavors..

The Top Quark Warpy of the night goes to Nick Schultz.  If we had three blueliners like him and three like Brent Burns, this team would be scary.  Schultzie played his usual game: no spectacular plays made by #55, but definitely no good plays made by any opponent in his neighborhood.  This guy just doesn't enough credit, although Lemaire does at least have enough smarts to put the captain's "C" on the right player.  Schultz and Burnsie -- who gets the Up Quark award -- continue to be the only defensemen to regularly play the man and exact a physical toll on the opposition.  Keith Carney has his Schultz-like moments, and Kurtis Foster has some Burns-like moments, while the other four blueliners do little other than take up a roster spot.

The Down Quark award goes to Kim Johnsson.  Once again, #5 spent most of the game showing off his lack of checking ability, and put on yet another aggravating display of lousy positioning by assuming a statuesque, Skoula-like pose in the faceoff circle while the Wings potted the tying goal.  And once again, Johnsson did the impossible by making Martin Skoula look good in comparison.  Therefore, the only logical candidate for the Bottom Quarky is Jacques Lemaire.  If he spent the second intermission talking the Wild into the third period defensive shell, he made one of the dumbest calls in NHL history: if he didn't call for the shell, he certainly did nothing in the third period to get the boys moving.  In either case, the Wings comeback boils down to bad coaching by the Wild, who almost pulled of the near-impossible feat of shutting out the Wings for an entire third period, until Lemaire made yet another dildaphonic coaching move by putting his two worst defensemen on the ice for crunch time.  When will this guy ever figure out that #5 and #41 have no business being on the ice at the same time, let alone having both of them out there when the game is on the line?

The Charmed Quark award goes to Domink Hasek, who made enough stellar saves to keep the game from getting out of hand in the early going, thereby giving the Wings a chance to make their comeback.  The most crucial save he made was the metallurgy save he got on a shot that had him beaten cleanly, and would've given the Wild a two goal lead at a crucial point in the game.  The Strange Quark has got to go to the Channel 45 homer commentators, who spent the game "highlighting the physical play of Martin Skoula".  To his credit, Skoula did play a decent game last night, and even threw a couple of good checks (which oughta make for a year's supply of highlights at the rate #41 throws 'em around:)

Bottom line: the Wild took it to the Red Wings big time for two periods, playing arguably their finest hockey of the season.  It's a crying shame that Lemaire wasted this brilliant effort and cost the team a valuable point in the standings.  On the plus side, if the Wild's play tomorrow night gets anywhere near the level to which they played last night, the Dallas Stars are in a whole heap of trouble.  Go Wild!!!

quando omni flunkus moritati

Category: NHL
 
 
 
 
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