And the reason this is not a recap is because this damned game was on Gary Bettman(ass) Vanity Television(tm) and I couldn't sustain a web feed for more than 2 minutes at a time, so I had to wait with bated (not baited) breath for the final score and the highlights before I could comment on the game. Not having seen the game does nothing to harm my credibility as a commentator. After all, I have zero credibility when I have seen the game.
Anyway, all I can say about this one is, "YES!!! SUCK THAT YOU MOTHERF!*#ERS!!!"
Well, I can also say that I heart Henrik Zetterberg; that my vote goes to Jimmy Howard for President of Everything; that Valteri Filppula shall henceforth be called Bambi on this blog because of his doe-eyes in the Hockeytown: No Limits commercial, but that doesn't discount my love of his increasingly awesome play; and that Pens#87 (because from now on I refuse to acknowledge the piece of trash that is Sidney Crosby by name) makes me want to vomit.
All of the highlight reels tonight feature the stunningly mature actions of an uber-frustrated Pens#87 attacking Zetterberg at the sounding of the horn to close the game. Such a model of the behavior a hockey fan wants to see from the captain of one of the poster-franchises of the league. Way to maintain your dignity there, Pens#87. Nice example for the kids. I'd like to give Jimmy Howard a big, wet kiss, though, for stepping into it and dragging Pens#87 away to the boards in defense of his teammate. Not since the first time I watched little Mikey Vernon launch himself at the behemoth Patrick Roy have I cheered so hard for a goalie. Go, Jimmy! I love you, man!
So, in summary... YES!!! GO WINGS!!!
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Sunday, December 27, 2009
Ber-TUZ-zi! Ber-TUZ-zi!
Oh, thank you, Todd, my darling love! I didn't get a chance to watch the game last night (the last one I'll miss due to this trip, thank God), but I so enjoyed reading the recaps. If we hadn't put this one in our pocket, I would have had to carry out the suicide-by-hanging-from-the-rails-over-the-tunnel threat. I was that depressed by the Chicago debacle(s).
And imagine my joy in hearing that Todd Bertuzzi was once again the hero of the night. The games where he saves the day are my new favorites, simply because I know that Petrella over at TPL will be taking crap for it for at least 24 hours afterward. And I'll get to read about it and giggle maniacally. That, my friends, is a total win!
I leave for the airport in a little less than 2 hours, and I'm totally ready. I can't wait for Monday's game. Not because it's the BJs again, but because of the irony that the first game once I'm back home is on Versus, which DirecTV is boycotting, so I won't even get to see it. But at least I can listen without family interference, damn it, and I intend to!
And imagine my joy in hearing that Todd Bertuzzi was once again the hero of the night. The games where he saves the day are my new favorites, simply because I know that Petrella over at TPL will be taking crap for it for at least 24 hours afterward. And I'll get to read about it and giggle maniacally. That, my friends, is a total win!
I leave for the airport in a little less than 2 hours, and I'm totally ready. I can't wait for Monday's game. Not because it's the BJs again, but because of the irony that the first game once I'm back home is on Versus, which DirecTV is boycotting, so I won't even get to see it. But at least I can listen without family interference, damn it, and I intend to!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
I Sing A Chorus...
...of BULLSHIT.
The 2nd Nashville goal made me crazy, not because the Wings didn't have a part in that goal, because you don't quit until you hear the whistle anf you don't leave your goalie to face a 3-on-1. But the refs sucked. The whistle should have blown, because that puck hit Bert before he was off the bench. If they weren't going to whistle it as out of play, then they should have whistled the Wings for too many men on the ice. You can't have it both ways, boys. That's not how it works. Or at least, that's not how it's supposed to work.
And if that hadn't been enough, the fact that less than two minutes later, there was yet another Nashville punch to a Wing that wasn't called pissed me the f*&! off. During the 2nd intermission, Sullivan actually had the gall to say that Nashville wasn't getting all the calls they thought they should have and I think I laughed out loud.The sheer number of cheap moves Nashville made that weren't called nearly put the poultry to shame. I counted at least half a dozen blatant kicks and punches they threw at various Wings that never got called, so it was either laugh or shoot someone. And unlike Nashville residents, I don't actually own any firearms.
The flurry that ensued after that ridiculous goal in the third, though, was amazing. Shots everywhere, on both sides of the ice. It amounted to an intense period which led to a supremely satisfying overtime win. Where once again, Bertuzzi became our hero!
I'm going to have to grow past my mild inherited antipathy toward him.
Other than that, I was much too focused on screaming about the dirty play to notice much. Except that Leino showed a little more improvement tonight. A little more hustle and a little more grit, but honestly what I liked most was the chemistry he seemed to have with Abdelkader. Those two looked really good together and had a couple of good chances, especially early in the second. I would not be adverse to seeing them stay together until Filppula gets back.
And with that, I'm going to go bask in the glow of another 2 points. Let's hope we can stay on this trajectory for another game or 2. Or 30.
Go Wings!!!
The 2nd Nashville goal made me crazy, not because the Wings didn't have a part in that goal, because you don't quit until you hear the whistle anf you don't leave your goalie to face a 3-on-1. But the refs sucked. The whistle should have blown, because that puck hit Bert before he was off the bench. If they weren't going to whistle it as out of play, then they should have whistled the Wings for too many men on the ice. You can't have it both ways, boys. That's not how it works. Or at least, that's not how it's supposed to work.
And if that hadn't been enough, the fact that less than two minutes later, there was yet another Nashville punch to a Wing that wasn't called pissed me the f*&! off. During the 2nd intermission, Sullivan actually had the gall to say that Nashville wasn't getting all the calls they thought they should have and I think I laughed out loud.The sheer number of cheap moves Nashville made that weren't called nearly put the poultry to shame. I counted at least half a dozen blatant kicks and punches they threw at various Wings that never got called, so it was either laugh or shoot someone. And unlike Nashville residents, I don't actually own any firearms.
The flurry that ensued after that ridiculous goal in the third, though, was amazing. Shots everywhere, on both sides of the ice. It amounted to an intense period which led to a supremely satisfying overtime win. Where once again, Bertuzzi became our hero!
I'm going to have to grow past my mild inherited antipathy toward him.
Other than that, I was much too focused on screaming about the dirty play to notice much. Except that Leino showed a little more improvement tonight. A little more hustle and a little more grit, but honestly what I liked most was the chemistry he seemed to have with Abdelkader. Those two looked really good together and had a couple of good chances, especially early in the second. I would not be adverse to seeing them stay together until Filppula gets back.
And with that, I'm going to go bask in the glow of another 2 points. Let's hope we can stay on this trajectory for another game or 2. Or 30.
Go Wings!!!
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