Tommy Wingels Is A Bogus Name
Seriously, who let this guy into the NHL with a goofy name like that? He needs the moniker version of shaving your head to go into the military. Everytime an announcer says “Tommy Wingels” I have to say “Vladmir Tsyplakov” in my head three times fast to balance it out.
This game was emblematic of so much. A solid win, but the kind you want to have as the odd win here and there when you just aren’t getting the bounces. Unfortunately, getting a single pass deflected to a breaking Kopitar and only three or four shots going off iron was our pitiful version of getting lucky. We can’t settle a puck or a pass in front of the net under pressure any better than a pimple-faced teenager can fondle a pair of breasts without squeezing too hard and getting a yelp and a slap. Actually, I don’t know why I laid that at the feet of teenage boys, I still have that problem. I guess my point is the Kings are eager little beavers. We look like someone gave us bad directions to bumblefuck.
I’m happy we won, but that lasted about 15 seconds. Give me another 2 consecutive wins and we’ll talk about positivity.
Every once in a while we can outplay a team, get the better scoring opportunities and somehow Jonathan Quick is the one who steals the show. He is awesome. The fact that I can say he stole a game where we outplayed the opponent is not awesome.
Anze Kopitar is awesome.
Though he didn’t score on the play, watching him dump a Shark (Desjardins, I think?) to the ice in front of Stallock and then turn and fire a wrister from the slot was beautiful. He continues to out hustle everyone. I wish he was my friend.
I think I subconsciously tuned Muzzin out. Didn’t notice him at all. Selective perception, I suppose.
When the Sharks name Joe Pavelski as Captain, they can start to be considered a real threat to win the Stanley Cup in my book.
I finished watching the game 10 minutes ago. What happened? I forget. On to Phoenix.