I refuse to believe that I was the only one watching this game tonight muttering to myself “we’re gonna play these guys in the first or second round this year.” Perhaps it’s just wishful thinking, since after two games, the Kings and the Stars have given us one wonderful defensive struggle and another back and forth high flying offensive showing. I can also feel the hate brewing. Oh wait, that might just be me watching Ribiero skate off the ice. Even with his head hung low in defeat I can’t help but really, really dislike that guy. Although Jamie Benn is starting to give him a run for his money.
If you aren’t a psychopath thinking about April in October, then you’re probably thinking about Russians in America. Needless to say, Slava Voynov, no fuck it, the guy gets his full name written out, Viateslav Doughtycanblowmeslav Voynov didn’t just get his first NHL point tonight, he got three of them. Gaining momentum off a solid assist on the Kings’ first goal by Williams, Slava proved his slap shot is as fast and smooth as his skating. A beautiful read by Brown and an alignment of Stars later and Slava skates off the ice with two goals to his name. OK fine we all know the story, Whiskey is perfect for the7th man role, Martinez is subject to waivers, and Greene is mean and plays with craters of blood and pus in his forehead, so the prudent thing to do is to send Slava back to Manchester once Drew is activated. But does prudent win hockey games? It certainly didn’t win one tonight.
Quite the opposite was true. Fast and furious play, daring passing and an innate refusal to give Kari Lehtonen any breathing room, physical or otherwise, won the Kings tonight’s contest. Everyone made some mistakes and everyone made some quality plays. I suppose this is where I have to credit Scott Parse for his goal. Consider it credited. This game exemplified the highs and lows of playing with your heart and talent on your sleeve.
Going into the third period with a 3-1 lead, you just knew that Dallas was not going to let it end that way. When they tied the game 3-3 after ripping momentum from the Kings like a bitchy nurse rips medical tape off your hairy chest, I felt no pressure, only the coils of my excitement winding more tightly. This game was intense, but never nerve racking. The Kings allowed their side of the seesaw to sway, but never let go of the handlebars.
I was planning on working in how crappy the attendance was in Dallas, but something so pathetically minuscule doesn’t really deserve an intricate weave. Instead I offer you a statement as glaring as the subject it projects upon… Does anyone give a shit about hockey in Dallas?
Let’s see, what else? I don’t really care to single anyone else out. They played as a team. If I am going to single anyone out, I suppose it must be Jamie Kompon. Have you ever seen the Kings move and pass like that on the power play? Was this the first time Kompon thought that might be a nice thing to try? You know, I loved it and I’m just going to assume it was totally by design and expect to see more of it. However, this does not discount that I would not be surprised if we are empirically not the single worst team on the 5-on-3 in the history of the game. I used to scream at players when there was a delayed penalty on a power play, “give them the puck! Stop the play!” Now, after years of being conditioned to fear the 2-man advantage, I was angry at Kopitar for intentionally giving the puck away when the ref’s hand went up. Does he know nothing?
That now ends the requisite griping portion of this post.
It also ends the post. Voynov, power play, nod to Parse, scoring 5 goals, shitty attendance, I think that covers all the bases. Greene’s busted face probably deserves another mention. There it was.
GO KINGS GO!