In the interest of being inclusive (and because we don’t seem to be able to come up with new material regularly ourselves), we’ve decided to occasionally turn over the floor to one of our esteemed readers. All six of them. Anyway, here’s Jacuzzi, lamenting the decidedly one-sided state of the Stanley Cup finals after Game 2. If you would like to have something posted and you think you can withstand the withering scrutiny of Coach Mitch Mitchel and The Sieve, e-mail us your drivel at falsegods.ca@gmail.com. We make no apologies for not posting your crap. In other words, if you don’t make the cut, suck it up, buttercup. There’s always next year.
Stop me if you’ve heard this before:
“Finally, a chance to see two highly skilled teams play in the final, instead of watching some crappy Cinderella team slug it out and lose.”
Besides being a freshly minted and one-time-only NY Giants fan, I wanted to point out a feature of the last three, and most likely four, Stanley Cup Finals, going back one year before the lockout. When a Cinderella team slugs it all the way to the finals, they don’t stop. They fight and they fight and they fight, all the way to game 7, because they know how.
When a skilled team like Ottawa or Pittsburgh comes up against a skilled team with some grit and a powerhouse defence, they fold like the creases on Gordie Howe’s forehead. Who can forget Alfredsson practicing his golf stroke on Neidermayer? This year’s emblem will most likely be Fleury falling on his face fresh out the changeroom door.
Is this exciting hockey? Maybe if you’re a fan of Detroit and happen to be a defenceman to boot, but otherwise, probably not so much, unless you’re betting on which Penguin will cry first, or on how long it will be before Lemieux chews his gum so hard his cheeks pop off his face.
I’d be very surprised if this year isn’t another sweep (in fact, I’d almost be surprised if the Penguins score a goal). And that, to some extent, is the problem. Detroit’s first line is doing alright, though not spectacularly, in this series, and Pittsburgh is getting nothing going at all. So are we really getting to watch a lot of skilled offence on both sides? Not really. Detroit’s keeping it simple and relying on a shutdown, conservative defence, while Pittsburgh is relying on TV time-outs. The best goal in tonight’s game was Filppula, for sure, but that was a bit of a groaner for Fleury, yet again. The most dangerous power play move was Maxime Talbot in his own end turning a no-brainer clearing attempt into a picture-perfect lateral one-timer setup for Detroit, who didn’t do much with the opportunity.
So I say bring back the Calgarys and Edmontons. I’d rather watch some cursing, sweating troglodytes duke it our for seven hard-fought games than a baby’s ass getting spanked for four.
- The Sieve
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