An interesting game intro, marking an obvious and deliberate schism with the past, highlighting the feats of 86 and 93 only, leaving any footage in black and white behind. The only homage to the antiquated past: a child skating around the rink with a torch in hand and a number 9 on his back. And then, a live shot of a healthy looking #4 in the stands. They also showed Jean Béliveau.
Strong first period, riding on the energy cascading from a delirious crowd.
And then, the little push followed by the all too predictable metldown, a meltdown that would send shivers down a polar bear's spine.
Jaro Spacek and Roman from Days of Our Lives Hamrlik are making a huge case for discrimination against Czech defencemen wearing the numbers 6 and 44, named Jaro Spacek and Roman Hamrlik.
This series is making the 2 D's look out of place, out of context, like they just don't belong. I honestly can't imagine a young PK doing any worse. Actually his speed would be a blessing.
Not a peep from me about Jaro Jaro. Jaro No Jaro Jaro, no playoffs playoffs.
Every futile goal Pleks scores only costs the team another 500k in salary next year. Boy would it be greater if his tallies weren't in a losing cause. I'm glad he's shedding the Thornton rep though.
Carey will take over from here on in unless we see another 4-goal outburst in less that 56 seconds tomorrow. That doesn't help to wean me off the asthma medication. The two goalies that gave the two best efforts in this series are now relegated to the passenger seat. Strange. So demonstrative of the short leash the goalies are on today in this modern league driven by instant gratification.
It's going to take something special now. The team is moving closer to a re-articulation of what most versions of the Habs have displayed for many years. Another collapse in the makings and yet an immediate opportunity to at the very least lose with a bight more bite.
But maybe it just boils down to how fucking good these Capitals are.