Edmonton 2, Anaheim 1
San Jose 5, Vancouver 3
Alright, obviously, there's a reason why this post is particularly late. However, I feel it important to start with a disclaimer, so her goes: it's been made mention several times on here that the three of us enjoy alcohol from time to time. I feel it's important to point out that this is never mentioned to appear "hip" or "with it" or to glorify the consumption of alcohol; it is simply a fact that, generally, when one or more of us is watching the Oilers, alcohol is involved, for a number of reasons (one of which I outlined in an earlier post). But again, this isn't cool; it's just there.
Which is why, when some belligerent, possibly Australian asshole completely belittles an eight-yeard-old by spilling beer all over his replica Oilers jersey, then tries to convince the tyke everything is okay by yelling "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and chanting "WIN OR LOSE, HIT THE BOOZE!" I can feel morally outraged. I realize emotions run high at sporting events, and god knows beer is delicious, but I've never had any trouble not becoming a complete fucking moron after a few glasses, and frankly it's guys like this who make me want to shell out for the NHL package and watch the remainder of my hockey games on my couch, huddled under a complimentary (with credit card signup) Oilers blanket, free to masturbate whenever Hemsky scores. And, uh, not put up with this.
There are still problems, of course: for about two straight periods, the only Oiler willing to try to go up the middle in Anaheim's zone was Samsonov, which is why Giguere looked so damn good (I would hazard to guess close to half of our 37 shots were from the outer half of the face-off circles). And really, we've still only scored three goals in our last three games, though at least now we finally have a goalie (the only one thing that stood between Rollie and a shutout was Jason Smith's stick--if he's decided to peak, it's a great time for it). I liked some of our new line combinations, though I was kind of curious as to why we abandoned them after the first, which was about a good a period as I've seen us play since the Olympic break. I thought Moreau/Horcoff/Pisani was really tenacious, and GG and Peca looked quite good as well. At first I thought the pairing of Pronger and Smith was kind of redundant, but it's actually a pretty nice compliment: Smith's defensive responsibilites allow Pronger a bit more freedom, and Pronger's solid d allow Smith to play a simpler game, which, quite frankly, he needs to play. I was actually surprised at how well Bergeron and Tarnstrom worked together, though I think that we need a defenceman who actually rushes more (Tarnstrom and Spacek sort of used to, but now they just sit back and head-man it, like everyone else, which makes me think MacT must be against it, a sentiment I just don't get).
The thing I don't get, though: obviously, it's advantageous for us to play Samsonov and Hemsky on a line together--they compliment each other quite well. So why does Smyth have to be on our first line, then? I have nothing against him, I think he's a great winger, but he's not a natural centre (at all), and if it appears we have a better combination (which I think we do), why don't we go with it? Why not Horcoff with Hemsky and Samsonov, and Smyth with Stoll and Torres? I actually think they would work together quite well, Smyth distributing the puck and standing in front for Stoll's blasts and Torres' "the only time I'm in the slot is on a breakaway" perimeter stuff. Is there some pride thing keeping him on line 1? I just don't get it.
Now, lastly, this has all been incredibly rational considering how unrepentantly excited I was last night. So, to bring some emotion, I give you, more or less verbatim, a phone call conversation I had with a Calgary Flames fan I happen to know. This was, to provide context, while sitting in the Strat, just after learning that San Jose beat Vancouver. I shall not censor, so faint of eyes read not on:
Me: You fuckin' like that Ross (*name not changed, you douchebag)?! Fucking playoffs baby! Playoffs!
A-1 Asshole: Yeah, well, we clinched the division, so...
Me: (interrupting) Fuck you. 'We clinched'; fuck that. Fucking playoffs! How the fuck do you like that? WOOO!
Captain Retarded: You didn't clinch, anyway--Vancouver won.
Me: I just saw the fucking score. You're a fucking moron. Fucking playoffs!
Mr "If it weren't for my goalie, my team would get beat by the Connecticut Pee-Wee All-Stars": Whatever.
Me: Not whatever. FUCKING PLAYOFFS!!!!
(phone hanging up)
All right, so, until last night, I've never had any trouble not becoming a complete fucking moron. But, I can assure you, this prick totally deserves it. Go Oilers.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Edmonton 2, Anaheim 1
Posted by DMFB at 10:39 AM