In a sadly accurate microcosm of how this season has gone, the Wings went from crushing Columbus on Monday at home to dropping tonight’s game on the road. The fatal blow was dealt in the second period, where the Wings got badly outplayed and coughed up two goals, digging themselves into a 4-1 hole. The third period showed a little jump, but it ended up being too little, way too late. Game: Blouses.
We’re getting healthy. We should be excited about that…right? …RIGHT? The once-familiar faces were out on the ice tonight…Franzen, Ericsson…both who are trying to find their playoff form in less than two week’s time alongside the recovering Lidstrom-types who you hope don’t need to much time to hit full speed.
That said, how we managed to go backwards with a damn-near “playoff ready” roster against a perennial bottom-dweller is beyond me. The BJ’s are one of those teams we should just be able to outskill, but the way the game played out, they outmatched us at every level – York outplayed Conklin, the Umbergers outplayed the Abdelkaders and the Nashs outplayed everyone except the Zetterbergs.
Was anyone else hoping Scuttles was going to drop the gloves in the second after the Umberger goal? Most of us have heard about his offseason work involving fight training. Hard to not be disappointed by Hudler taking the high road and withholding his fists of fury when things were getting out of hand. Would it have changed the course of the game? Probably not, but it could have at least made that second entertaining.
What a contrast in Columbus’ goaltending situation from Monday, eh? Steve Mason, once “goalie of the future,” coughs up a half dozen to kick off the week. Then Allen York, a kid who had never won an NHL game coming into tonight, walks into the barn and throws down an occasionally brilliant 29 save performance against a team that’s supposed to be fine tuning the small points en route to its 21st straight playoff appearance. York looked great down the stretch, saving what SHOULD have been a Lidstrom goal from the point with time winding down that hit everyone but the linesman on the way to the crease. Nice night out there, kid.
Semi-Proper Loss Candy
As the Wings mercifully ended the “Dregs of March” skid, we’re no longer saddled with the likes of Newt and his 15 wives for loss candy. Tonight, we return to mild respectability with a Yorkie/Englishy-themed edition. For your viewing pleasure, I present Prince Harry and his exgirlfrend Florence Brudenell-Bruce, who I’m told is a former Bollywood actrice…which is oddly intriguing and maybehot.
Nice work, Harry.