Devils Jenga Blocks Fall, The Sharks Flex Some MuscleShareThis
Happy Friday folks. And believe me, it is a happy one over here! My SOB of a brother is staying with Bri and I until Tuesday (wait… sorry mom).
You may remember Jeff from earlier blogs. Like his coverage of the paralympics, or that time he stopped breathing a few months ago and almost died, or where I explained that sledge hockey is a well-organized car accident. Or, you Isles fans may remember him from my Dad’s Islanders-Hall-of-Fame induction, where the team donated Jeff the money for a new, multi-thousand dollar sled for sledge hockey, which he promptly used to t-bone my uber-ghetto sled and nearly made me need my own wheelchair. (Who needs gifts when you get to shake Alexi. Freakin’. Yashin’s hand. *gasps, fans himself, faints.)
Either way, we’re extremely pumped to have him – wasn’t sure he was gonna make it there for a bit, now the guy’s got a new shunt and he’s brand spankin’ new. Crazy. I mean, overnight, the guy got a new lease on life. Miraculous.
Anyways, we’ll be sitting at McFadden’s outside Jobing.com Arena tonight before/during the Coyotes/Red Wings game (sold out of accessible seats, boo), so feel free to come say hello if you see us.
As the New Jersey Devils remembered last night, the moment your season ends is surreal.
You’re sitting in your stalls, largely in silence. Okay, complete silence, except for that one guy who has to be different, and is taking the tape off his socks. Nobody wants to be the first guy to take his jersey off. After an extended period of time, coach makes some statement to the team, usually the nicest stuff he’s said all year (unless you’re a two-seed that loses in five games).
Then, the walk-around hug-handshake starts. Honestly, I was lucky enough to never miss playoffs, so most years we really had something to be proud of. The good guys – always the good guys first – will get up and kinda go around the room to each stall for a slap-hands-pull-in-hug and kind word. It sounds messed up, but you go to battle all year with those guys, you know? And just like that, it ends.
A season is like Jenga. Your summer workouts are the bottom building blocks. In pre-season, you take some more steps and add a few blocks. The team gets finalized. Blocks. You learn the systems. Blocks. You form relationships. Blocks. And then the Philadelphia f**king Flyers run in and kick the whole thing over.
The San Jose Sharks done went and flexed some muscle like I asked them too, huh? As I tweeted yesterday, my buddy text me before game five “Joe Thornton is minus three so far – I didn’t realize the Avs even had three even strength goals.”
That game was what I needed to see to feel like the Sharks have any hope moving forward. The night where they pull it together, demonstrate why they’re a #1 seed, and give people a reason to take them seriously.
I mean, anytime Logan Couture and Dwight Helminen can take the game over (and your big line gets the chance to score meaningless goals again), you have to be impressed….. don’t you? No? Hmm.
Well, either way, they are still a one seed, which means if (sorry, when) they get by the Avs, they would draw the lowest seeded team left. Whoooo you probably wouldn’t pick them to beat anyways. Ah well. At least it won’t be a total post-season write off this year. It’ll be like a serious car accident where nobody dies – it was horrible, but at least there’s some upside. No one died.
The only team I’ve probably been harder on this year than the Coyotes has been the Senators. I’ve yet to give the Sens an ounce of respect. As far as I’m concerned, they have a couple good forwards, solid defense, and mediocre goaltending. Not exactly the formula for a fear-inducing playoff team. Plus, fifth in the Eastern Conference rarely equals “Cup contender”.
But still, good for them for not rolling over in Pittsburgh last night. They came to play and managed to squeak it out. But, unfortunately, just as Sens fans (MikeB) would expect, I’m chalking that one as a loss to Pittsburgh, not a win for the Sens. I don’t care who you’re playing, if you win the Cup the year before, and have the chance to close out your round one opponent at home in game five and blow it…. yikes. I got a dollar that says a Penguins player gets hurt tonight and misses game one of round two. Karma for not closing.
Time to walk to get bagels and coffee with Jeff. Tough life, this blogging (as I overdraft and end up paying $38 for my bagel and coffee. Maybe it is a tough life.)
As a tribute to my bro, here’s the type of stuff he loves. He couldn’t wait to have me watch this. Jeff loves “…my brain hurts…”