Not just the Kings but me.
It was tough getting my brain assimilated to the speed of a regular season game. I was behind the play until the third period but only because I got off the couch, grabbed a beer and sat 2 feet in front of the 62 inch.
If Anze Kopitar won a faceoff, I don’t remember it.
I am not sure what the boys were doing in that first period. The forecheck? Puck battles? Regroups? Speed through the neutral zone? Actually we did have some of the latter for a while but it was because the Wild were backing off and letting us skate. When they pressed our F1 and stood up at the blue line, we went limp.
Watching Jeff Carter whiff a few times was spooky. But when he scored that goal.
Colin Fraser. The worst.
But Jonathan Mother Sutting Quick. Kept us in the game, was the game, money on the big saves, always big, always clutch.
Matt Frattin continues to give me hope although I think he is second line left wing light. You know, like better than Dustin Penner but not quite second line material? It’s too early, I am being too judgmental, he will be fine.
Drew Doughty was and is every bit as good and better than Ryan Suter. Fuck Ryan Suter. I will take Drew over any defenseman in the NHL. His hockey sense is out of this world.
Colin Fraser. Have I mentioned how much I hate that he centers our fourth line? I am supposed to believe Andy Andreoff would be worse? Come on.
It was good to see Willie Mitchell eating up minutes, Trevor Lewis be Trevor Lewis,
This post game feels disjointed.
That’s 2 points boys. It doesn’t always have to be pretty.
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