March 1, 2014…..Penguins vs. Blackhawks at Soldier Field: (PuckDaddy)
No Longer one of a kind: (Comcast Chicago)
So what!! Now I know where to have my Bachelor Party: (Chicago Tribune)
Pedal to the Metal: (Daily Herald)
30 Thoughts: (CBC)
Coaches Poll Results: (TSN)
In last night’s Indian, we had the honor of having Daryl Reaugh as our guest in the Q&A section. Although Daryl seemed more excited to do it than we were to have him. Either way, here it is in all its glory.
The Stars jettisoned Derek Roy, Brendan Morrow and Jaromir Jagr and yet got themselves into the playoff race after doing so. How, exactly?
Ya, whiskey tango effin foxtrot?! Three really good players get purged – including the captain and the leading scorer, and the team’s able to win 5 in a row to jump back into 8th in the West? How paradoxical. They’ve morphed into a good ‘team’. Everyone plays the same way, they haven’t been beating themselves (not a metaphor) with penalties and turnovers like they were, the youth has been splendid (Chiasson thinks he’s Selanne circa 92’), there is no diva component, the coach seems both vindictive and more comfortable with this attentive, blue-collar lineup, and they play much, much faster.
In last night’s Indian, we had the honor of having Daryl Reaugh as our guest in the Q&A section. Although Daryl seemed more excited to do it than we were to have him. Either way, here it is in all its glory.
The Stars jettisoned Derek Roy, Brendan Morrow and Jaromir Jagr and yet got themselves into the playoff race after doing so. How, exactly?
Ya, whiskey tango effin foxtrot?! Three really good players get purged – including the captain and the leading scorer, and the team’s able to win 5 in a row to jump back into 8th in the West? How paradoxical. They’ve morphed into a good ‘team’. Everyone plays the same way, they haven’t been beating themselves (not a metaphor) with penalties and turnovers like they were, the youth has been splendid (Chiasson thinks he’s Selanne circa 92’), there is no diva component, the coach seems both vindictive and more comfortable with this attentive, blue-collar lineup, and they play much, much faster.
This probably won’t be as detailed of a wrap as it should be, because I spent most of my time at the game trying to convince my father to not yell “Twat!” too loud at the Ice Crew or trying to learn all the various Yiddish phrases he’s somehow applied to hockey. Speaking of which, in case you were curious….
-“Scheiss” (pronounced “Sheeeez) is shoot. Not to be confused with “Scheise”, which means “shit.” That’s what my father taught both me and my brother to yell while getting shots at the doctor’s office to ignore the pain. When we were both 4. Any questions on how I got this way? Good, didn’t think so.
-“Gornisht” means “nothing”, but is apparently applicable when the opponent’s net is empty.
So there you go. That’s pretty much how interesting I found this game where the Hawks didn’t ever have to think about hitting the clutch and even with being tied up in the 3rd just kind of futzed their way to an easy victory.
This probably won’t be as detailed of a wrap as it should be, because I spent most of my time at the game trying to convince my father to not yell “Twat!” too loud at the Ice Crew or trying to learn all the various Yiddish phrases he’s somehow applied to hockey. Speaking of which, in case you were curious….
-“Scheiss” (pronounced “Sheeeez) is shoot. Not to be confused with “Scheise”, which means “shit.” That’s what my father taught both me and my brother to yell while getting shots at the doctor’s office to ignore the pain. When we were both 4. Any questions on how I got this way? Good, didn’t think so.
-“Gornisht” means “nothing”, but is apparently applicable when the opponent’s net is empty.
So there you go. That’s pretty much how interesting I found this game where the Hawks didn’t ever have to think about hitting the clutch and even with being tied up in the 3rd just kind of futzed their way to an easy victory.
Testing the meddle: (Chicago Tribune)
Zeros: (Autoplay CSN)
Playoff feel: (Daily Herald)
Heartthrobless: (Hockee Night)
Respect for one and just hate for another: (Cheer The Anthem)
Self-Explanatory: (Sportsnet)
It’s almost comical at this point.
The script is for all intents and purposes set in stone. Every game down in the glorified trailer park west of the Mississippi the Blues will spend the better part of the first period running around looking to decapitate anything with an Indian head on the sweater. The Hawks then weather the storm and use their speed and skill to grab a lead, and then allow the Blues to helplessly flail trying to claw their way back onto the scoreboard before the inevitable dagger, only to resume the extra curricular bullshit.
v. 
FACEOFF: 11-Goddamn-30 in the AM
TV/RADIO: NBC, And The Loop 97.9FM (What?)
GOOD GOD DON’T GO THERE: St. Louis Gametime
Thanks to NBC and their desire to not have to go against the Masters, both teams get to play a game that starts in the AM that of course in no way effects the play or entertainment value of the product because of course these players are so accustomed to being ready to go full bore when they’d usually either be just finishing or just starting a morning fucking skate. What a pleasure.
v.
FACEOFF: 11-Goddamn-30 in the AM
TV/RADIO: NBC, And The Loop 97.9FM (What?)
GOOD GOD DON’T GO THERE: St. Louis Gametime
Thanks to NBC and their desire to not have to go against the Masters, both teams get to play a game that starts in the AM that of course in no way effects the play or entertainment value of the product because of course these players are so accustomed to being ready to go full bore when they’d usually either be just finishing or just starting a morning fucking skate. What a pleasure.
Just a quick note here on Drew LeBlanc, the Hobey Baker winner whom the Hawks signed last night to a one year deal, or essentially for the rest of this season.
When you first hear that the player who won the award for best college player this season is coming to your team, it might sound like a big deal. It’s not, or tends not to be. Much like college basketball, if you stick around the college ranks in hockey to compete for the Hobey Baker award, either you’re a phenom who lorded over the competition or stuck around long enough for your senior year because you weren’t good enough to go pro.
Looking at the list of past Hobey Baker Award winners, you won’t get out of your seat. There was a lot of hubbub over Matt Gilroy, and he’s pretty much been a poor man’s…..poor man. Blake Geoffrion may have become something one day, but now we’ll never know thanks to his horrific injury. Kevin Porter? Matt Carle? You really have to go all the way back to 2002 and Ryan Miller to find an impact NHL-er who also won hockey’s top prize.
