*Insert caption here about tonight being a wobbly affair for Hank and the fellas…
SCORE: 2-1 Hawks (hey, Mr. P)
Lot of action in player movement land today. Q back to the Wings, Pavel under the knife, Jimmy and Buckets into the lineup. The good guys came our roaring, playing as good a first 10 minutes as you’ll see the rest of the season. The next 50 were a different story. There were flashes of brilliance…big hits by Stu, amazing saves by Tiberius…but in the end, we just didn’t have it. Game, Blouses.
NOTES BY PERIOD
- The Wings drew blood early in this one with Flip cashing in a power play opportunity after some very strong work by “no you can’t have #4 back” Jake Kindl. Kindl, for his part, played amazingly well all night. That’s not a typo. With Quincey coming back into the Detroit orbit, Kindl’s strong game felt a bit like your girlfriend’s super-successful high school ex boyfriend stopping by for a drink because he’s in town on a high profile work assignment/contract modeling job. Time to raise the game.
- We followed that up with a fantastic PK (Holmstrom, tripping). Tons of pressure, totally disabled the Hawks’ ability to get into the zone. One of the better sights of the night, it was great to see Cleary out there on the PK1 unit. First game back, right into the thick of it. Well done, Loins. Cleary made a fantastic pass to Scuttles later in the period…could have been 2-0 Wings and an entirely different game….but the little Czech couldn’t convert the wide open one-on-one against Crawfrord.
- In less essential news, we reaffirmed that on the list of “guys you want breaking out of the penalty box for a breakaway when his 2 minutes expires,” Holmstrom still isn’t your man. He almost got sprung when the aforementioned penalty ran out, but…stumbling and flailing…couldn’t connect on the outlet pass heading into the Chicago zone.
- If the first 10 minute of the game was all puppies and hookers, the second half of the first was all beat salads. That carried into the second period, and in general, it seemed like the Wings never quite regained their initial form. Things started to unravel with a late first Hawks PP that looked leagues more threatening than their first PP and carried into the second, where Chicago easily shut down a wobbly Detroit PP to start the segment and then settled in for a dominating effort.
- On what has to be the ugliest moment of PP hockey I’ve seen all year, Ian White blew a tire at the blueline, which led to an incredibly clean Frolik break in on Jimmy. Jimmy…being his typical Big Jim Slade self…shut that nonsense down hard and kept the game at 1-0, but it was a sign of things to come: the skaters blowing assignments and Tiberius bailing them out.
- The Hawks g0t on the board when Jimmy Hayes (no relation to our starting goaltender) tapped in a goal midway through the period after beating out Kronwall. I hate to agree w Pierre on anything other than evening wear selections, but you could see this coming. We looked tired…we were scrambling. Unfortunately, it never really got better. Just a strange period. Felt like one of those classic “fat, drunk and stupid” segments where up is down, down is sideways and Kindl is playing like a guy you actually DON’T want to cash in a future first rounder to cover up.
- The third period was essentially Second Period, Redux. We started off chasing our tails and eventually coughed up a tally when Kruger scored on a nice play by…again…Jimmy Hayes. I won’t spend any more time blowing Hayes here because the NBC team did enough of that, but suffice to say, the young man (did you hear he was over 6 foot?) had a nice evening.
OF HORSECOPS AND ASSES
Horsecop tonight goes to the pair of guys fresh off the injured list – Jimmy and the man from Newfoundland, Danny Cleary. Nice efforts out of both guys. I’m struggling to find one non-Ericsson guy to pin tonight on, just because it seems so cliche by now, so I’ll go with Babs. I’m generally loathe to pin anything on Babcock, but there were a number of things that happened tonight that fall to the bench to get right….things line changes…things we didn’t do well and that cost us.
…we get Vancouver back at the Joe. Thursday night. I’ll be scouring the town for a red lycra outfit to wear while I watch in front of my tv so I can show those green-clad bitches in British Columbia how a real playa does spandex.