Stanley Cup Finals, Game 6
Penguins 2-1 Red Wings
Uh, yeah ...........
Yep. Definitely don't want to do this.
- From the sounds of it, you would've thought that Mike Milbury had $50,000 and both of his knees betting on Hossa to get a goal. During the 2nd intermission his mouth was foaming while trying to convey how badly Hos was mailing this one in. And he wasn't even close to acknowledging what could be the case -- that he's hurt. There's simply no way that he isn't. In 100 years you couldn't convince either one of us that a guy would turn down a jillion dollars for a shot at the Cup, and then with the trophy in the building he decided to just say "meh" and let his teammates take care of it, as Milbury said in so many words. We haven't seen him bull his way to the net in forever -- it's highly improbable that it's because he just doesn't feel like it.
- How sick was Fleury in that 3rd period? Regardless of how the series plays out, that breakaway denial will be etched in the soul of every Red Wings fan for eternity. Time stood completely still. Datsyuk provided the buttery-soft feed and Cleary probably tried to get a little too fancy for his own good by going to the backhand, and then Fleury was in terrific position to make the save. God, if only he buried that over the right shoulder. If only. Dammit.
- Zetterberg continues to amaze. His post shot was one of three total heartbreakers: the others being the breakaway, and Franzen partially whiffing on the puck at the top of the crease with 15 seconds to play.
- Kris Draper scored the Wings only goal. Kris Draper.
- The refs didn't steal this one from the Wings. Calm down. The officiating hasn't been great, since, like, ever. No sense hanging ourselves now. The Wings didn't put themselves in enough positions to draw penalties in this game, period. And the only two they did draw were pretty flukey anyway. (By the way, have you ever wanted anybody to bleed as badly as Drapes on that high stick? We were half hoping that he'd stand up and look like a wrestler after a chair shot to the face.)
- Had a penalty shot been called in the final seconds after that pile-up in the crease, there would be no city of Pittsburgh right now. It would be nothing but ashes and rubble.
- This team has a far different beat to it than any other Wing squad in this modern, dynastic era. It feels too over-simplified to call them out and say "they weren't hungry enough". It just seems like there's something else there; like they're a little too composed, or something. When they didn't come out on fire in the 1st period, it felt like they were trying to play smart before taking any chances, and that they were really concentrating on the defensive end. But, like a few times before this, they turned it on a little too late -- and it makes you question why they didn't play that way to begin with. Even during the first two periods when they were playing cautious, they were still committing bad turnovers here and there. Too many blind backhanders from the corners, not enough quick transitions.
- Fucking Mikael Samuelsson. That no-show on Kennedy's goal was atrocious, inexcusable and probably punishable by law. That was more gut wrenching than if you were to literally stab somebody in the stomach with a steak knife and do one complete twist.
- Needless to say, no more singing bananas. And for the record, this was the first time that the "no pants" trick didn't work. Tried it with about six minutes to go. But dammit was it ever close.
- Datsyuk looked great aside from an egregious turnover that nearly gift-wrapped a goal. It's infinitely important that he has a significant impact on Game 7. Hossa's running out of steam, Franzen scoring touch might be starting to fade, and Hudler died sometime during the conference finals. Game 7 has to be all about Hank, Pav, Nick, and Ozzie.
Time permitting: more tomorrow. Hell, we've got two full days.