Blame Redden
Or Stefan. I had to miss puck drop to race to Lincoln Fields to retrieve him. How did he get to Lincoln Fields, you might ask? Ask. I still don't know. I have, however, commandeered the 1kg bag of mini eggs I wouldn't let him come without. MWAHAHA.
So I'm assuming most of you saw the game. We all know the outcome. Most of us were expecting this outcome. I figure they're going to trade wins, which means we'll end up in a Game Seven situation. Heart attack #1.
Anyway, in my frantic race back home, I hear on the radio that DOMI totally SMOKED my man. He got up again, but was bleeding. I don't like it when he bleeds. But if it makes him uglier, all the better. I then have less competition if no one else thinks he's sexy.
Volchenkov did NOT have a good game. He took a lot of stupid penalties. Now, EVERYONE took a lot of stupid penalties, but he took some bad ones. Both goals, however, both by Roberts, were due to stupidity on REDDEN'S part. Sarah and Stefan and I were sitting there later, talking over how good he USED to be, and we were watching another stupid Ottawa play. We were like, "I wonder where Reds was in this picture?" He was there, starting the chain of idiocy. Man, I don't understand how his +/- is so damned high! Of course, Spezza's is +22, and we all know where that got him -- BENCHED. I guess you're not allowed on the ice unless you have Chara's league-leading +a billion.
We missed most of the game because we were eating Henna's lovely food, but I popped down at one point during the second to see Mogilny get a penalty and go to the box. He yelled, "FUCKING BULLSHIT" about five times, then "It was a FUCKING DIVE!" a couple of times, then -- and this is my favourite -- "FUCKING FUCKBALL!" once, before he went back to the bullshit routine. I love lipreading hockey.
People who played well for our team:
Patrick Lalime. You can't fault him on those two goals. They were all Redden's fault, because he always chooses the wrong moment to step up on the play. If he doesn't watch himself, he's going to pull a Rachunek . . . but Patty was great. He was solid after that, making some saves in situations where even Stefan almost peed himself.
Brian Pothier. Not as good in the third as he was in the first, he took a penalty for hooking Domi which was so obviously a DIVE (DOMI's so good at those). But he was strong. He said yesterday that the Leafs were going after him because he was the smallest defenseman, by 20lbs, but he sure didn't look it tonight. He took the checks, but he also handed them out really well.
Greg de Vries. Now I understand why we traded for him. Not only was he strong defensively, using his size and puckhandling skills to stave off the onslaught, but he had two extremely good offensive chances in the third.
Amusing moment: watching Bonzai carreen into the boards behind the net, then pinwheel his arms and kick his legs for several seconds, then fall flat on his ass. Ice is slippery, Peter. Watch your step.
Scary moments for Alison: hearing that DOMI smoked my man, then coming home to see a replay of the check (FROM BEHIND -- NO PENALTY!), and seeing Marian getting the blood wiped off his face. You're lucky he was okay, you little FUCK! Also, hearing that Philly had disappeared to the locker room and that a doctor had been called. This meant that not only was one of my favourite players out of the game, but that they would replace him with extra time for REDDEN the goob. Luckily, I saw him on the ice again in the third. *Phew!*
People I hate on the Leafs team: well, everybody. Especially DOMI tonight, even more so after he decked my boy. And then irritated Pothier. And Chara. And Fisher. And Neil. Not cool, you little troll. And TUCKER. That little fucker. I liked that he finished the game with two black eyes. WAY TO GO, MR. POTHIER!
Oh, and Earl? It took you TWO games to match the scoring we had in ONE. The only thing holding up your pitiful excuse for a team is the tenuous thread on reality held by your obnoxious fans -- you know, that huge, heavy weight on your goalie's sore widdle back. One more straw and that Camel's broke. All we have to do is piss him off, and hey -- he becomes a terrible goalie. And HE'S ALL YOU GOT, BITCH. See you on Monday. Welcome to MY town.
After the game, we took Sarah home and then moseyed our way, Brits in tow, to Tucson's, to see some people of Stefan's. Blues band called The Priorities. Really cool. There was this creepy old man there who asked young women to dance, and some men there who really shouldn't have been dancing. But that's another story.
Posted by Ally at April 10, 2004 12:00 AM