The Bruins need the good Lord Jesus to return to earth in the form of a 6’4” 220 lb right wing with a sweet skating stride, a divinely inspired snap shot, and a mile-wide nasty streak. That is, apparently, the level of miracle they’re going to need to win a game. The Habs were the essence of ‘meh’ for most of the match, except for the parts where they were outright bad. We got all of three decent shots in the first period, allowed a lot of good chances against, blew seven power plays, took dumb penalties, took phantom penalties. The speed was there, but the passing was sloppy and we had minimal consistent pressure in the offensive zone. I still don’t know how the Bruins lost.
1. Okay, I do, and I’d like to thank the Tri-City Americans animatronics division for producing one of the most convincingly humanlike goaltending machines ever developed. I swear, these things are the wave of the future: big, mobile, clever, and totally impervious to even the most sophisticated goalie psychological warfare techniques. Pretty soon everybody’s going to want one.
2. Here’s a philosophical conundrum: The goal of officiating is to make the game fair. Fairness means treating both sides equally. So if the officiating is equally bizarre to both sides, does that make it in fact good? Discuss.
3. Dear Mr. Julien: Yeah, apparently sometimes in this League you do have to embellish to get a call. Also, apparently sometimes you have to whine to the press about the refs in order to distract attention from your team’s inability to capitalize on 6 of the 7 power plays they did get, as well as numerous other juicy, yet mysteriously blown, opportunities. Funny how that works.
4. A pretty bad game for the Kovalev line. Kovalev himself obviously gets redemption points for scoring the game-winner in OT, but that doesn’t change the fact that our traditionally best offensive line was actually really inoffensive tonight. Hamrlik, however, continues to come up big, as does the 4th- or is it 3rd?- whichever one has Kostopolous- line. And hey, lookit lil’ Sergei Kostitsyn: postseason powerhouse. They grow up so fast.
2/16. Thank God they only count the wins now, not how you get to ‘em. Onward to