You know I like the Sharks, specifically I like their front office a lot more than I like the Sabres so I was hoping they’d run roughshod over us last night. Still, I’ll take playing enough bursts of competent hockey to sneak out with a win, even though they were still outshot 51-36 and 89-56 in shots attempted.
Look, I’m not going to beat a dead horse by naming names, but here’s the source article that inspired this post.
Okay, good start.
As a pro-fighting guy, I’m not cool with what Ray Emery did, because as much as some writers on this site belittle “The Code”, at the very least it mandates that fights should be between two willing participants and, typically, with understandable cause.
That was the most boring game of the season by far. By the time the third period rolled around, I was looking for anything to draw my attention to the game. With the two days of rest they had and the fact that the Rangers aren’t a great possession team themselves, they really had no excuses.
The NHL handed out seven games to John Scott, a guy who (as far as supplementary discipline is concerned) has no prior offenses. In a vacuum, it’s appropriate for a hit that was dirty and that concussed Bruins forward Loui Eriksson. Compared to other NHL suspensions, it’s a little confusing. Why Scott gets seven games with no priors while guys like Lapierre and serial boarder Cody Mcleod get five is a mystery. Perhaps the NHL thinks it can get a player like Scott out of the game with a longer suspension, but if that’s the case, why not actually take on fighting, where Scott is going to injure far more people than he does anywhere else.
- Matt Moulson – More than the two goals, the Moulson line had periods of sustained pressure that we really haven’t seen this year. In his first game at least, he’s made Tyler Ennis productive again.
- Tyler Ennis - Have to give credit where credit is due, whether it was due to Moulson or not.
- Christian Ehrhoff - A nice bounce-back from a rough stretch.
One of my mini-pack games during the 2010-2011 season was this Sabres – Islanders game in which I sat in the Richard H. Zednick Memorial Decapitation Corner otherwise known as the glove-side corner where the opponent shoots twice. This was right after the Penguins and Islanders had brawled so I was in rare form, even though I was sitting there with my mom. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy they beat the snot out of the Penguins, but I sent a number of epithets their way anyway because hockey. I love sitting on the glass because I know that the players can hear me, even if they pretend otherwise. I mostly focused on their goon squad, players like Haley and Konopka that only see five minutes a night, but I know I wasn’t particularly discerning about who I insulted.
At some point, my mother, probably trying to save face, started talking to someone behind us, a somewhat uncomfortable older woman in an Islanders scarf who looked like she belonged teaching high school physics instead of sitting at a hockey game in Buffalo. She eventually told us that she was one of the players’ mothers and when pressed further told us for #26. My mother turned to ask me who that was and I, like a jackass, said Thomas Vanek because the Islanders were as bad then as we are now and I had no goddamn idea. She said Matt Moulson, and I actually knew who he was then even though he was barely a recognizable player, so maybe that saved me a little, but probably not.
When Grabner netted his game winning hattrick goal halfway through overtime, I’ve never seen anyone who stayed for an entire game book it out of their seat as fast as Matt Moulson’s Islanders-scarved mother did then. So welcome to the team Matt Moulson! And Matt Moulson’s Mom! (I’m sorry.)