More losses = more Newt. We could go all year here on this bent. The man’s got three wives and a mistress and as we sit here at day two of Operation: Contract With Newt’s Ugly Wives, I’m almost in admiration of the amount of ground he’s covered.
It’s not as bad as I expected, but it’s far from as good as we were hoping for. When you’re down half a starting roster and you’ve moved onto goaltending option #3, things look bleak. They look desperate. They look like a team spiraling…sliding…with the breaks locked and the Van Halen up way too loud on a moonless night into the great snowbank that is our 2012 NHL postseason.
The little optimistic guy in me…the man tucked up in the back left of the closet next to the nudie mags and old sweaters…the man we never hear from…he took two things away from last night’s game.
First, Conks played pretty damn well. Against a Rangers team that’s finally forcing us to take them seriously, Conklin held up his part of the bargain. Man from Alaska looked sharp. He kept us in this. Am I crazy about the Richards goal? Hell no, but that’s not on Conks. That’s on the four skaters in front of him.
Second, if we’re being forced to roll a roster half-filled with guys who started the season in Grand Rapids, at least we get to take in the blossoming dash of awesomeness that is Goose Nyquist. Seeing him spread out the ice with Flip was a gorgeous thing last night. It’s the kind of thing you hope you get to see for a long time.
Now, onto your loss candy. May I present Miss Newt Gingrich, The Second…Marianne Gingrich, who Newtie locked down when the body on his first marriage was barely cold.
…and just a dash more Newt to round out the evening (so you know we mean business):