With both Western Conference finalists coming off a seven game series, there was little reason to doubt that Game 1 would not be the most aesthetically pleasing game to watch. Sure enough, that was the case as the Kings weren’t exactly frothing at the mouth for this one and the Hawks took full advantage to the tune of outshooting them 36-22, nearly outhitting the Kings and dictating the tempo of the game for the large majority.
On to the bullets.
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Game Time: 7:00PM Central
TV/Radio: NBCSN, CBC (Anglo), RDS (Franco), WGN 720 AM
Queens of the Damned: Winging it in Motown, Abel to Yzerman
Finally, the hour is nearly upon us. Approximately 15 minutes after the horn sounded ending Game 3, I was ready for Game 4. I doubt I was hardly alone with that thinking. And so here we are.
We’ve had plenty of time to beat the dead horses that were Game’s 2 and 3 and the narratives have already been decided by the powers that be. The Blackhawks are the President Trophy winning team unable to match the “will” or “intensity” of those pesky Red Wings. Meanwhile, no matter what the stat sheet says from this point forth, the Red Wings have found a way to shut down the Blackhawks vaunted attack. Should the Hawks win, it was just what was supposed to happen all along.
It’s difficult to not be supremely overconfident after watching the Blackhawks pick the wings off of the…ahem, Red Wings like a demented child would to a harmless fly but I will give it a go. It’s why they pay me the big bucks.
Just one more game left in the regular season. Who else is ready for games to hold some meaning again?
Good, me too. Now for some totally random and incoherent observations.
As the season winds down, the results hold less and less meaning. Particularly when the Hawks are matched up against a team that will not be attending the playoffs. There is pretty much next to nothing to take away from these games. Nothing that happened tonight will change anyone’s feelings about the Hawks and whatever shortcomings they may have.
Another game; another 1-0 shutout; another day closer to the playoffs. On to the bullets.
In the first game of a back-to-back, the Blackhawks never had to take it out of third gear and still thoroughly outplayed the Nashville Predators. If it weren’t for Pekka Rinne, the Predators could have lost this game going away. So pretty much the exact same story as when the teams met on Monday and likely will be the same tomorrow. On to the bullets.
Blackhawks dominate for 40 minutes. Corey Crawford’s Hungry, Hungry Hippo routine in the third period wakes up Predators. Blackhawks win in shootout. That’s pretty much the recap. Now on to the important thoughts.
You wave your torch into my eyes; Flamethrower loves her burning mind
You doused my soul with gasoline; You flicked a match into my brain
