DETROIT 4 EDMONTON 2
Well, at least we got to go to bed early.
Fortunes change and of all games in this series, this is the one I wouldn't have put my money on. Of course, somewhere after Detroit's winning goal on their millionth powerplay, the CBC's Mark Lee had to chime in with "remember, the last time the Oilers were in a playoff series, they also had a 2-1 lead and couldn't win again."
Ah but, the last Dallas series was a long time ago, almost pleistocene-like in a pre-Pronger Age. Back then we had a half human/half floppy proto-goalie named Tommy Salo, with Todd Marchant as our second highest-scoring forward, Brewer and Niinima as our best defencemen, and a guy named Scott Ferguson playing 78 regular season games. Nope, I don't think this team will crawl into a dumpster and die.
But yes, many concerns. With the Rexall crowd chanting "Bullshit! Bullshit!" and throwing things on the ice, I guess penalties come to mind. The thing that had fans howling, of course, was Lidstrom's game winning PP goal, shortly after he gave Jarret Stoll a bit of a pick at the point. And yes, it was a penalty.
What actually pisses me off, however, was the game-long calls any time a player fell down. And when I say "fell down" I mean feet-in-the-air, flailing attempts to please the refs by members of both teams. The other trick of course, is grabbing a players stick and tucking it under your arm to draw a penalty. I've said it before, but please refs CALL DIVING when a player tumbles at the slightest touch. Throw it in as a coincidental minor if you have to, you Gary Bettman obstruction asslickers.
But don't get me wrong: the Oilers were dreadful in taking dumb penalties, most of them deserved. In the third period, it cost us the game. Matt Greene would have looked great if he were a vintage pre-lockout defenceman, but he couldn't handle the surging Red Wings. Hemsky better be goddamn injured the way he floated around, giving away the puck, taking a lazy, game-killing hooking penalty late in the third. To the Red Wings' credit, the Oilers' powerplay fizzled at the worst time, late in the second with a two man advantage. Forget the low umbrella, the Oilers really needed someone to skate out into the high slot after the big shots from the point. Too many of the same rebounds without an Oiler to scoop 'em up:. coulda, woulda, etc.
For all of this tomfoolery, I still feel pretty good about going back to Detroit (although by "good" I mean the usual screaming fear that comes with the playoffs). True, Detroit seems to outshoot us every period, but the Oilers, with Roloson looking solid, are pretty good at keeping the Wings away from a second rebound shot in the crease. Meanwhile, the Wings continue to uncharacteristically cough up the puck in front of a jittery goalie, and they still look pretty beatable for a President Trophy-winning team. Fun series!
Next Saturday: Game 5 in the afternoon, where my testicles will fully ascend back into my abdomen for three hours.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
DETROIT 4 EDMONTON 2
Posted by mike w at 10:07 PM